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deadbeat - dirty hairy lyrics

[intro]
help i’ve fallen and i can’t grow up
mr. demile where is my close up?
dear old friends say to me ”we’ll catch up”
as i mix cyanide in my coffee cup
my brains dead weight, i lost it in boston
never alcoholic but addictions exhausting
i’d rather take a percocet and f*ck an undergraduate
well hey who’s that? the homeless journalist

[verse 1]
used and abused like my ex did casually
fentanyl blue dreams
drunk anniversaries
hit me in the face
i finally felt close to her
modern jan levinson with much smaller tits
ball so hard mother f*ckers try to find me
south korean p*ssy soaked bpd misery
singing in a minor key
assaulting a batteries
she blocked me on twitter
but her handle still mentions me
yeah

[verse 2]
i’m a deckard broken record
running blades over apple pie
praying like a shepherd
i’m just gunning for a chance to go back to true romance
but the bong is in my hand
and they’ve got quentin on demand so
[outro]
i think i’ll live like a deadbeat
i think i’ll love like a deadbeat
i think i’ll lie like a deadbeat
i’m flying high like a deadbeat
it’s boring being sober
it’s boring being sober
i try to keep composure
but it’s boring being sober
(help i’ve fallen and i can’t grow up)
(help i’ve fallen and i can’t grow up)

- dirty hairy lyrics

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