words

there are no cash back guarantees

drip lips 

Pretty little thing, I wanna eat your life.

drink out all the innocent white.

Sell your body for a quarter tank of gas and let the world pass.

A pack of smokes,

A case of beer,

A few things,

to get out of here.

Its not personal, its financial.

I’ll get mine because you got yours,

You got yours so I’ll get mine.

pretty little thing,

don’t waste your tears.

The course is set. So until then,

i’m out of here

-park

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