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cage - road kill lyrics

you’re not drunk enough if you can count to 30
she had put 4 down already, go birdy
got me, my accessory
a pretty idiot mixing alc and ecstasy
and i’m shot
is that all you got
digging through her purse and all i found was some pot
jameson reserved the urge to be creeping back soon
i know there’s cocaine being sniffed in that bathroom
she just sneered looked at me r-t-rded-eyed
am i lame? i’m sorry i lied

your aim is off so is your point of view
when the hand of god pointed at you
he said you were designed to grow up and go sl-t
gave you a pretty face, nice t-ts, and no b-tt
if getting away with murder ain’t the way to be
then getting b-tches all rapey/rabies[?] okay with me
why would i care who’s fake? i’m living major lies
i don’t relate, i placate, i plagiarize
save that talk for your friends or go home
i know you’re fly, i’m the sh-t and won’t leave me alone

the word storm kept her underwear warm
till she dripped on the floor then she slipped out the door
and you like my circle i can tell
cause you’re starry like orion’s belt
i looked in death’s eyes through my shades
he winked and then ignored me
one look in yours i know your lily white story

i was underground like this buried garage
a car came around better wizardry than oz
slipped a 20 said thanks for taking care of this
she jetted in a 9-11 like a couple terrorists
and i know it’s mundane
i’m pharmaceutically lobotomizing my brain
co-sign don’t need a notary
trying to steer with this b-tch’s head and hands all over me

come dummy
i already took your lunch money
fed her on the 101 doing 120
and i’m driving trashed of course
like i’m the first white dude to crash a porsche
even though my name’s seen
that sh-t’s invisible compared to james dean
my report wouldn’t be history
make sure i’m cremated so n0body can p-ss on me
i should drop you off, call it a day
i’ve got zero condoms anyway

so where you going?

- cage lyrics

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