Her shrooms were stolen In the palm of my hand That's still the only time I hit the floor when I passed out Your puke in my lap We smoked up to the past Knowing we would buy or steal some more Chorus: Tell her I'm not sorry Mention my Ferrari Just tell her that I am a drug lord She wanted her drugs I wanted to steal them And that's the last thing I've stolen from her Remember how our drugs matched shrooms, same size I guess I should have smoked all the weed I toked up on the phone You still felt ripped off And smoked all the drugs Chorus Campfire hash And John Hughes angel dust Jr. speed & illegal drug Tuesdays November shivers and rearview mirrors And the little things like that Chorus
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