Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
Aroma, strong enough to bring ‘em outta coma
So call the coroner or the mortician for the the
Here's the answer and the antidote:
It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke
On the slow jam of love
Where the fuck the chorus
Thinkin of the the dreams
As much as i wanna leave
The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,
How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back
Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,
Put that shit on whatever, we running another summer
When it's all said and done
The bigger the the fun
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