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Tekster: The Icarus Line. MeatMaker.

Trying to get clean just kept him out
You know you lose your head when you fuck with that stuff
Time, time, time, time, time he got the most
Time, time, time he got the most

Got loaded, got locked up again
He said he don't have any real friends

Get loaded, locked up again
He said he don't have any real friends
He'll talk about choking you in your sleep
His momma don't want him around her kids

His momma don't want him around her kids
Time, time, time, time, time he's [Incomprehensible]
Time, time, time, time, time he's [Incomprehensible]
Time, time, time, time, time he's [Incomprehensible]