Highing

Sparks are flying or it’s your glitter
Whisky liter speeds up my meter
Or it’s nitro boosts up my intro?
In vino we believe supremo
Riding limo, having fun like Steve-O.
Best of us lay under grass
Daily fuss kills young in mass
Less is more that’s lessons lost
Ghost in me’s angry the most.
Biting like a wasp, sending buzz feed
Highing like Kate Moss, nothing else I need
Besides your clit and naked body
Be my bitch, I’ll treat you like a lady
Gifts and pleasures FatMax can’t measure
At my leisure I get amnesia
Names and faces I am replacing
With words of wisdom in world of prisms.


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