All the Drugs - Rob Sonic

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Back to bed next to ledge

The chia pet and garden tools

Dial a booze with ginger ale

Hollow rooms with missing mail

Thinking of machine and sipping lean cuisine with Christian Bale

Thinning herds pluck the wings

Edit it for younger things

Predators that gesture for your necklaces and onion rings

Restless nights on satin sill

Get it right or pass the bill

To the left what’s in the box your Mrs Marple wrapping films

Sad to skill cronies cold

Bobby bring them bowling bowls

Full of gin the wool is thin the wolf is in the tony hole

Only talk when spoken to

No one really noticed you

Sitting in electric chairs with weapons bared and open wounds

Show you through the roping as

You’re coasting through the great escape

Officer this gentleman just pretzel thinned your mayonnaise

Day to day, check to check

Let’s just get this money sty

Easter Egg your burglars

Your worshipers get money how

What he got magnificence

Culture clash a steamer truck

Bubble gum a couple ones and tickets to the breeder’s cup

Steal the stuff that’s in the soul

DT’s from the fender bends

Shake it like a Polaroid and throwing coins off Everest

Peppermint Patty got her fingers on his trigger now

Meta didn’t attract me, getting splashy till her tits were out

Buzzin' round the mountain with a pocket full of EpiPens

Plugged into the faithless as the ancients summoned Benny’s jet

Bennies, uppers, speed, downers, weed, speed, bennies, uppers

You can raise the bar

You can call the ball

You can make the moves or do nothing at all

You could be a part of a much greater cause

And then fake it till you make it till your paint is coming off

Blaffo biffo all the same

When the break starts taking you for all your eggs

And the tax man tell ya that you’re talking strange

And wanna know if you’re really on the Boston Braves

When the mighties are moved by the car you drive

And the pirates approve of your hall of crimes

And the eye of the tiger gets saucer sized

When wifey is all up in your decline

Mighty likely a crooked court

Start writing all for your book report

Crossing the states with a brick of Bjork

You can sniff till you’re stiff and your kicks are caught

Pictures poured over open ice

At the polls like bitch I just voted twice

Does it really even matter when the over riots

Go from proud to a fuckin clown overnight?