Sort of smile
With displeasure
Calculate your
Every measure
Search for the golden
Golden treasure
Stare in these eyes
And swear to love me
Deep and dark and
So ghastly empty
Chase out the dragons
Look under the bed
Scatter the things
That eat out a head
In pimped out styles
And freshest logo's
All our signs
And all our no go's
We ride the horse
And saddle that pony
LIKE WE the one
All Dank and Stoney
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