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the drug ballad was like my theme song junior and senior year of high school. "and then we mix in with bacardi dark, and when it kicks in you can hardly talk" "everything spinnin you beginnin to think women are swimin in pink linen, and after a couple of minutes that bottle of guiness is finished, now you are allowed to officially slap bitches". ok well i didnt slap bitches, but i was known out of my friends as the one to get out of my head on a fifth of rum, an oxycontin or two, xanax, ectasy, cocaine, or whatever the fuck else was availible. good times.
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listen to pink reason
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