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James Nathan McClanahan
James Nathan McClanahan
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Black out to two black eyes Low lows from highest highs Almost reach the top of the sky Killing the mood Smashing the room Hand on your neck See what I'll do Not even playing you Erratic mood Why you get mad? Thought it was bad before Better beware Shut the fuck up I'll just nut up Oh so disgusting Not worth discussing Honestly your honesty Is ruing our amnesty Tapestry of trauma Just pop a Xan to dull 'em Black out to two black eyes Low lows from highest highs Almost reach the top of the sky Back on the smoke And on the drink Pills kicking in Don't care what you think Why can't you listen Why can't you chill I mean god damn You popped the same pill I was on when I was driving to get you Fuck my life I was out to rescue you Contemplating, confusion Confession I hope you learn a lesson Just make it to a blessing Black out to two black eyes Low lows from highest highs Almost reach the top of the sky Swear I'm ready to die Black out to two black eyes Low lows from highest highs Almost reached the top of the sky
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