So Bad
So it’s six o’clock
And I’m takin’ a shot
Some tequila or whatever you got
2 hits of weed and
That’s all I need
To get all funky and become what I’m not
‘ts no sin
To be wasted again
When what goes on inside me could waste me alone
I got stress
Can you guess
What this dirty old bastard is sufferin’ from?
Goat head Fred
Wishes he was dead
‘stead of eatin’ Kellog’s cornflakes again
His head’s a mess
He’s wearing a dress
Passed out on the floor with something leaking from his
brain
…and he does it again.
Don’t do me any favors
Unless it’s choc-o-lot
Don’t expose me to the neighbors
Cause I likes my pot, …I likes my pot
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