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letra de day trip to gomorrah - savan depaul

[intro]
free tickets to wicked city
only costs your soul plus shipping and handling
available now

[verse 1: savan depaul]
all of you dest-tute kids all uber-amorous
have i got the place for you to act super scandalous
between the atlantic and the isle of white bay
perfect for debauchery or finding a white bae
follow dark roads, no rest stops allowed
and sooner or later you’ll enter our town
stuffy suburban heights to sprawling sh-r-s
under-21-nightclubs crawling with wh-r-s
an atmosphere of e-cig-produced chemical vapor
a h-llish little haven not deadly in nature
so head out now in station wagon chariots
‘cuz morally corrupt shenanigans in hilarious

[hook] (8x)
come on in and stay

[verse 2: savan depaul]
exit a cavalcade of various vehicles
come on in and stay, come on in and stay
all of you partyers, you quiet kids, and you weeaboos
come on in and stay, come on in and stay
now’s the time to burst your cocc–n
come on in and stay, come on in and stay
converse with birds and dash off the skirts in your room
come on in and stay, come on in and stay
worship the poon and bask in ultraviolet lighting
come on in and stay, come on in and stay
as guttural chants of your kin begin reciting
(here’s one happy customer…)

[verse 3: wilfird]
they call me aladdin, not because of my pigment
but ‘cause of my ignorance, now let me bear witness
and spit this story, hoping you’ll be listening
about a time i saw something shine in the distance
light’s reflection off of metal glistening
close inspection revealed a lamp not lit yet
had a white flower b-tch on my wrist, she said
she had a bad kind of feeling bout this sh-t
b-tch, i don’t need your rubber stamp of approval, mind your
business, i’mma rub a f-cking lamp of pursual, i’ll do it
and if a genie appears, i’m having nothing to fear
‘cause i’ve been wishing for a couple wishes every year
need a never ending blunt for every month
need another gallon of lean to get me drunk
need a whip with a thick b-tch in the front
need a lifetime supply of benjies to get what i want
i’m ent-tled to this sh-t, i shouldn’t have to stunt
it’s what i love, b-tches grinding on my d-ck in the club
sipping henny from a cup, flip a penny for my luck
is it head or tail that i’mma get tonight, f-ck
and looking back up to my reality
i found my white flower girl staring back at me
seeing my true colors, said she need a new lover
and in my hands, fool’s gold’s all i knew of a

- savan depaul

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