Sin Like Sand
Lying here with a straw in my hand.
Contemplating tying off with a band.
Wish I could just stop this s**t.
Withdrawals back, let this be my last hit.
Got put on, took 3 days to make a band.
Racked up a couple grand, before I lost the woman who made me a man.
Now I'm lost in a desert wasteland.
Inhaling this sin like sand.
Don't know how much more I can stand.
I've lost everything.
Everything, except my empire of sand.
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