Lyrics:
Fifteen year-old girlfriend home
She found mama's quaalude 'script
Took a few just right before the show
She is no beer drinker
She used the bathroom
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
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
raw bust inside a vagina
Like I want kids, my head continues to be haunted
I burn a city down while I'm unconscious, baby go on
Take some quaaludes
think you're free
Chewing on Quaaludes and waiting
For World War Three
I don't want to live your pain
Everybody here wants a bit of my brain
I'm going
Thaw the quaaludes from disneys cryogenic husk.
Lift the curtains, flip up the skirt.
Lets have a look at that old cunt.
Sarin nerve gas
doin' well, bruh
Everybody needs you
Everybody needs you
Ooh, nani nani
This feel like a Quaalude
No sleep in my body
Ain't no bitch in my body, ah
Forty ounces of steel reserve, for whatever reason I drank it all
Pop me a Quaalude, now I just can't move at all
Said "I need help"
I just can't see
Heaven's borders
Sunlight stricken in
Several borrowers' horror visions
Heaven's borders
Sunlight stricken in
Couples' therapy quaalude machine
Holding nothing to you
I'm holding nothing but them bottles
Most of the quaaludes
Florida lady got em
Five four three
Ride it out for me
Five four
me too'd
Cuz she's wearing something see through
Watching DVDs of Hey Dude
She got XTC and Quaaludes
And she's ready to rock
Yeh you're ready go roll
home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin' 'bout, "Where is the Quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No
home alone, blind to the prelude
Bust in, talkin' 'bout, "Where is the Quaaludes?" What you say fool?
Where in the hell is the search warrant?
No
Fun Fun Fun in the fluffy chair
Flame up the herb
Woof down the beer
Hi
I'm your video DJ
I always talk like I'm wigged out on quaaludes
I
Running out of time again
Where did you go wrong this time?
When your problems overwhelm you
Go get drunk it's party time
Take a quaalude, relax
You'd better take another Quaalude
And get yourself corkscrewed
I understand that you got cold feet
Why'd you have to take 'em down a side street?
I must
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
He lives in a motor lodge in Kansas City
(and he always camps out)
He's loaded on saki bombs and quaaludes
(and he's free of any doubt)
Hello St
the Quaalude ends
Learn to pacify
Then you justify
Never satisfied
The truth always hurts
Well I woke up in heavy sweat
The sheets stretched I
the Quaalude ends
Learn to pacify
Then you justify
Never satisfied
The truth always hurts
Well I woke up in heavy sweat
The sheets stretched I
standing in the rain
Went to karaoke, sang a sad refrain
Took a bunch of Quaaludes, smooch away the pain
Got my scooter, power slide
Drink some whiskey,
like, "Leggo my Eggo"
I buss down Quaalude, fuck on a gay ho
Can't find a straight a ho but I ain't complainin'
Ask how my day go, I said, "Okay, ho"
gettin' out of bed and
taking all my quaalude
sunday migraine
Sunday's like a trap
sunday's like a hell
sunday is the moment
which is closest to death
for decoration
Fuckboys give me the heebee-jeebees
I got a hit list like the Yellow Pages
Hey, if she can suck a dick or snort a Quaalude
Then, ooh
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