Lyrics
I wanna tell you about the time I was doing nitrious, I found out that the world's inflatable like my girl, she gives me no lip, she thinks that I'm hip, I pack her in my suitcase when I travel to the Triple X expos, where I see mad hoes, saliva all over my cardboard cut-out standup, and face the future, covered in sutures...fell down the ladder of succes and broke my ass. The Past is just the Past.
Woke up in vomit, and I was thinking, after the drinking, that after fourty shots of everclear you start to pretend you're naked, pissing on sofa's, and then police pretend to haul your ass downtown I, was selling T-shirts, Windex and cough drops...I don't know all the drugs I was on Ben stein...He took my money...It wasn't funny...Yo...What the fuck's the capital of Chad?
the past is just the past...
It's over...It's over...go away now...go home now...get a life now...get a life now...get a life naaaaaaeeeeeeeeeyaaaaahaaaaaahaaaaaaooowww...
the past is just the past.
Your mom's a slut.
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