Come on, come on, gon' hit me with it.
I'm eating cats in black bags a stereo misstep
Praying I get caught in hysteria, hystereo
Draining bud like Jesus, like Zeus, it's obtuse.
Be good to your neighbor.
I want to know the secrets too.
I wish I had, had that, alcohol, that alcohol.
The devil be the best of me.
My pop gave me the recipe.
(Maybe we could meet up for some coffee?)
You say you're living off a borrowed box of beans, or do they even make that sort of thing?
Or am I even a human?
I'm hungry for unhealthy living.
released October 31, 2016
Photo cred: hrwilli
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