Aint Staying Gold
I like my steak rare With lots of pepper because well is not so well when dry.
I run in the rain so I don't have feel my sweat on my body.
It's true I wake up before the sun rises, I beat him every time.
I'm already filled with sand, so ill be one less the sandman has to work on.
I'm already at my highest peak before the stats appear.
I'm already down hill before the pile of ****. Im still at the top of the mountain waiting for that one chick to stop singing and get over this hill.
At the End of the day I like to end with my coffee and smoke the same way- black and mild.
Copyright © Desperado Stomped | Year Posted 2012
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