.Recently I found myself in a permanent slumber>Medicate: count the bottles by the number>I'm nauseous from impatience as I stand as one
One round one gun
So real one hundred
A cloud's got me blunted
Staring at a fifty wasted
If I grip it see how it tasted
But I hate the sonic.
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