every night
when i'm laying in bed
i can't stop thinkin of that tasty lead
pop open a tin
spread it on my bread
pull up at home depot looking to score
ruby red please! benjamin moore!
we'll drink it all day till our throats are sore
so crack open a tin
and give it a pour; uh oh!
not again, i just awoke on the floor
i thought it was october
but now i'm not sure
i might have brain damage
but it doesn't matter any
cuz i pissed myself and now i'm mentally four
i'm feeling fine, not feeling unwell
cuz you're never lonely with one brain cell
i'm a real smart guy in case you couldn't tell, cuz i'm under the spell of that wonderful gel!
it's 2 A.M. and we're staying up late
feelin thirsty we finna hydrate
creepin dad's shed can't hold restraint
yeah
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we drinkin' paint