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You might know if you're from around here What goes on for half of the year Have you seen the queen of the castle? Paint this city from ear to fear If

I was having this discussion In a taxi heading downtown Rearranging my position On this friend of mine who had a little bit of a breakdown I said, hey

i just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes, and do it fly guys do i just wanna smoke weed and buy shoes, and do it fly guys do stacks on there, there we straight

Boots and boys, oh I think it's time that I mention I've got myself an obsession For the smell, for the touch Keep that scruff lookin' rough I know

I've walked a million miles across this floor But I never have quite made it to the door I never thought the time would come I'd ever see this day You

I'm not insane, I'm not bummed out I got no one to blame, nothing to change I got no evil to fight One thing's for sure, I'm all outta angst Society don

Don't believe a word your grandfather says He's been classified Grade 'A' psychotic You can see it from the hole in his head A saner man would have used

Blast oxygen masks, smoke filled cabin Depressurize, don't be afraid, hold onto me We're goin' down, but not our love Death don't seem so bad, when I

Surprise Indiscriminate, I'd rather be elite I'll choose my own shit scene Unsubstantiated rumors flown are true I'm here for me not you Nonconglumurate