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| WHERE'S MY CLOTHES Woken up mid afternoon by the midday sun, all i want to do is sleep I'm getting phone calls from my mum. my mouth is dry my legs are numb, i got a throbbing in my head don't wanna get up it hurts to much to leave the comfort of my bed. the dryness in my mouth, it gets beyond a joke, the odour the air my sheets my hair, smell of beer and smoke take one step from this safe haven my condition really shows, i look around and find myself but where the fuck's my clothes. |
be like Mike My Music ode fishing thing one freddy's gone concentration span mondays still no 1 holidays 16 getting on the grind. S.A.W fatboy skank clothes |