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Stepson Of The Clapper

de phem

It's a hot one, look Mama I got one
Puttin' on my track but she's like: That sounds wack
So she runs around inside my head
Like a devil with a gun and shoots up all the fun, yeah
Head to parties, bein' super tardy, 'cause I'm scared
'Cause no one really cares, so I run around in circles
Trying to find my friends but they're gone
And I'm like all alone, yeah

Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out
Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out

I hit the dirt and it stung and it stung
And, heard your words, hold your tongue
'Cause they run around inside my head
Like a devil with a gun and shoot up all the fun, yeah
Sure times I think of ya
You know I kinda miss my legs around your neck
You know I gotta keep on track, my eyes ahead
And everyday I pray, please don't let me stray away

Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out
Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out

If I can get out of this place without you
Would you follow behind me?
If I can get out of this place without you
Would you follow behind me?

Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out
Gas full, let's go, spent my last check on Prosecco
Oh, wake me up off your couch just to kick me the fuck out

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