Emogen

I want mugs and champagne
all them other drugs don’t mean a damn thing
a lil’ mary jane ‘il keep a man sane
in meanwhile i need to clean out everything
but the shroomies got me going off course
i feel like growing out the golf course
chilling on the green with Coachella in the distance
she don’t live in my lap but she really love to visit
i ain’t really on my pimping i was too into the drugs
wait til i’m alone, i can do it for the love
for now we in the moment that’s all on the hush
here come my homies and they all in a rush
now we all in a hurry with nowhere we have to be
they swear that the private plane’s bout to leave
cocaine at forty thousand feet
crack the mini-bar and go a couple rounds with me i wonder where

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Where are we? what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun
to form, crop circles in the carpet
sinking…feeling…

a weekend I wish we could take back
and relive yeah that instant playback
like an old sextape you can’t escape
ya built ya family then ran away
to fulfill ya fantasies the easy way
got ya popping pills to ease ya pain
caused from popping pills are we insane
lost in a loop so we see the same
problems sure to keep happening
hence the revolving door to rehab
when more acid make me go all spastic
but i still look good in my Roark jacket
arrogance made American’s psycho
that’s why paula left American Idol
wetrapped in a terrible cycle
i look at the man in the mirror and i’m staring at michael

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