I got really bad nerves, makes me always panic.
I drift through the party something like a phantom.
Lines of coke on bathroom sink, I pass by and the girls just wink.
I blink slow cause I can't breathe.
I cannot speak, cannot think.
Take a bump with me and got my arm in a vice grip.
She's determined and her lips popped out like her rosey colored nips.
Snow white lined up on a dollar bill like someone left a tip.
I'll have to decline.
I'm sorry for wasting your time but I'm here for something that's mines.
I'm outside in the cold and got me a pill.
So much anxiety, now I got the Xanax maybe I can breathe now.
- Author: Nero XO ( Offline)
- Published: October 9th, 2016 18:28
- Category: Unclassified
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Comments1
Reminds me a lot of the band "FIDLAR", great write though 🙂
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