Crack pipes, needles, PCP and fast cars
Kind of mix really well and a dead movie star
When I feel like talking I'll never be wrong
If I feel like walking you best come along
I close my windows crank the heat up high
Till my palms are wet and my tongue is dry
I'm looking for a mother that will get me high
Just a stupid ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ if I die I die

I'm a midnight fist fight