Bullet in my head an am gonna ye gone to lounge he gone again been on to lounge tell you how it ends am sitting on the edge with my to best friend s ones a bottle of pulse
A ones a bottle of gin am 20 stares up ye up at the to be t my mumfer caused my letter
Now she's calling the cops a better take this opportunity before I miss it cous now I her
the Saracens go of in the distance a never bute a soote before in my life if I svave
Then all see you tomorrow he also see you tomorrow . I wish that I could fly like a beard
So high owe I matte just try
