The time is here again, pile in the car to get fucked up with friends, rolling down that lost highway feeling and searching for something away. Sit in the car we have to drive when i'm here i feel so alive, not a bitch to play mind games not a dime to spend, all my money goes to drugs and friends, judge me not for what i do because i think we have the right to choose, unpack my bags and lets get started i'm drinking so much my kids will be retarded but thats ok for now i guess as long as i don't get depressed, we're all here now time for the run go start your jeep it's time for the fun, bumping to the tunes you got me in the mood what now girl your getting confused, i thought you new where we're at, we just got back from kirkwood and now we're at matt's. all the time i go to iu i get so fucking tore up it's awesome, but this poem was just for shits and giggles i really didn't have anything to do, nuthin good on dss, go figureBirth sign: Virgo
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