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letra de super famous punk song - 37 cents

[verse 1]
well i got love for my family, for the tramps and for the tracks, for my friends in fort worth texas that have always had my back, for them good folks in arizona that helped me carry on my way, for them beautiful girls who love me and get me drunk in every state

[verse 2]
well life’s gonna get good i have my sh-t together, i get my grass all day and enjoy the weather, i got to see new sh-t every day, well everything [?] so i sparked it by joining to the coffee house, did it a couple times now i’m suddеnly [?], should’ve known better than to spark downtown, it’s whеn the pigs are all up [?], so i’m on my way to jail [?] freedom [?] now my life is a wreck, [?] shove a knife in my neck [?]

[verse 3]
catch you’re breath, i’m f-cking sick of you, i hope you die in this apartment with your worthless crew, i took a hand full of pills then i shot up you, [?], sit up a couple days and smoke some dope [?] forever was my only hope [?] except you getting [?] about the kidney pains
[verse 4]
everybody hates me it’s a bullsh-t f-cking job, to keep these rags out of my arm just to please you f-cking sn0bs, well i don’t need no friend just heroin and a menthol cigarette, life’s so f-cking easy when you find a good connect, i drink whiskey till i’m dizzy then jack off and go to sleep, the only person i dump that on, is me

[verse 5]
and how much more nicotine can i cram into my lungs? before i puke up liver chunks or overdose or drugs? and how of this coffee as i run away my gut, before i find something more useful to poor into my cup? well i know that all this b-tchin’ will not help my situation, but this world has sucked my dry on any proper motivation, now my only joy in life and my self dedication is the change of what i’ll put into my cup for more self medication. and it’s a lonely track i walk down but i know it’s leading home, if this life style doesn’t k!ll me, i’ll for sure break every bone. well i don’t need no friends but i miss em man, i will not forget the couch you let me crash on when i could not pay the rent and i crawl back in my hole my burden [?] now one last shot now make it thick

- 37 cents

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