Fuck the system, if it borders.
We are risky,
Ma boy Sally turns the water into whisky.
It's been the fucking long time without rhymes,
But who can win the shit by playin nice?
You don't call me, cause I'm chilling with my guys.
Trash it if you wanna,
I'm too high
To strike a statement straightly to my mind.
You know already I don't fuck with fucked
Unless my own insanity's unlocked.
Happy pills are good,
And I'm a sucker
For picturing myself as Grace Monaco
Ain't nothing gonna spoil my weary hands
If ever I'll be tortured by regrets.
Grace of Monaco
© Copyright: Неттер Линг, 2019
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