Lyrics:
your daddy gayly A Quaalude quitter is a bitch and a spitter My Quaaludes come covered in glitter And your glitter's covered in cum, uck Gross, ew, what
safe tonight I said now, Quaaludes, Quaaludes Kept me holding on quaaludes, Quaaludes Put the gun to my head quaaludes, Quaaludes Kept me hanging
Bathroom cabinet, bet I'm grabbing it Carton of Quaaludes, carton of Quaaludes Under the kitchen sink, blue, orange, and pink Carton of Quaaludes
and bends. She's doin' quaaludes again. Quaaludes again. Quaaludes again. If you've got aurora, You know for shorra She's your friend. She's doin'
Quails quaffing quinine Quails quaffing quinine Quails quaffing quinine With quaaludes With quaaludes Quite queer Quails quaffing quinine 'Cause
Don't need no dance I'mma just go to Japan Red lights Speeding inna Benz Sake and Henny Quaaludes, got no xans I'mma do what I do Don't got the pack
How we fuckin' all the time but I hate you Bodies draggin on the floor like some quaaludes Momma worried I've been takin all these drugs but it ain't
Uh On the road skirting Pirellis Miami shirt powdered nose got me moving like Vercetti Whole lotta Quaaludes I'm so faded I gamble with my life like
I've been thinking about you I'm sitting here alone I'm sitting here I'm sitting here on the toilet On the shitter popping quaaludes You make me
It sure beats Quaalude's It sure beats cocaine Even Freud recommends it Cause it relieves the strain Altogether now Some people say it sends
of new ‘Ghinis full throttle c Quaalude she love me tomorrow You lil' boys is my daughters Said you lil' boys is my daughters Get in there get in there
what a night (Nothing like a fucking Quaalude I'll tell you they were the fucking best Having sex on a Quaalude You thought you died and went to heaven
zum Einschlafen wie Quaaludes Ich mach' Mucke, bis ich sterbe, Bruder Stay tuned Gebt mir bisschen mehr von der Patte Kein'n Pelz Halt' den Kreis klein,
seen the Quaaludes video where it's that fat man from Brooklyn screaming at the top of his lungs about Quaaludes? Y'know, “the big man, he's the voice
grew up in your back yard Come back to us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard Selling bibles at the airports Buying Quaalude's on the phone Hey,
Tequila Mockingbird, mockingbird, I copped her a new Beamer Oh yes she fly away, cicada, but another Quaalude She be back She be back Yeah you
Please don't take them Quaaludes. Please don't take that drive. We're praying that you'll make it through the Seventies alive. Growing up in Tennessee,
And all the sailors who were junkies All went sailing out to sea And the white man sold quaaludes to the monkeys And they all died high up in
Easter Bunny well done tasted good Peter Pan hung out with fairies Tinkerbell got blown away Mary Poppins O.D.'d on Quaaludes Yo, a word to call my friends
grew up in your back yard Come back to us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard Selling bibles at the airports Buying Quaalude's on the phone Hey,
Molly, codeine, acid, and poppers Quaaludes and yayo, mushrooms and party good for your body Quaaludes and yayo, mushrooms and party good for your body
And she won't take her lips off She suck dick Like a motherfucking vacuum Bitch I like it quick Come and meet me in the bathroom Quaaludes Perkys That's
in the AMG screamin' out more lean Off the Quaalude's and the morphine Got like 20 racks for the whole thing Got a pound shipped out from overseas No
Know what I mean Rogue boy Uh Badboy Cruising right down the middle of the road boy On a mission now to get my name known boy Take note boy Uh Quaalude
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