Thongs On Fire and Other Storys
my thong is on fire
i'm up for hire
but no one will
so i started selling pills
i needed the cash
but then somebody found my stash
it wasn't even drugs just mashed up smarties
so no one's gonna be getting high at their parties
this life is just way to sad
that's why i decided to move in with my dad.
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