8:00 p.m. (b)
Sean ████████████ and me ████████████████ all the time.
We were stoned out our minds, dude's dad Mahinda Samarasinghe was watching TV, in the second floor
We went upstairs to ██████████ ████ from Morocco
Oh boo hoo, come and ██████ me motherfucker, I'm the █████████, and I can do ████████, and get away with ████████
When I listen to Awolnation's Hollow Moon, I'm thinking to myself that I've been running for █████████ all my lifetime
And I'll be back from the dead soon motherfucker -- before █████, and before Trump gets back in the big house ██████████████████████████
Anyway
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It's just to improve our response times
This way, we can figure out a way to be the fastest police response teams, and also, the most profitable, and the most successful
Lehan is death on the illegal drugs, and Lehan is profit for everyone here, and everyone overseas
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And I'm the greatest kind of rockstar there ever is, or was, because my guitar is a M16, or a HK416, they both look kinduv the same, and that's why I'm so good at rock and roll, because I'm always loaded
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And once, Sean has carried me in, cause I was shitfaced, and wasted, and threw up and everything and couldn't walk
And he's said oh Lehan is here to my angry mum who gave me a hard time
Because she's a loser
And whatever
I remember before passing out
When my meemaw (grandma), died, Sean showed up in my room, and I woke up because the dude woke me up, and dressed me up to go to her funeral or whatever hehehe
I gotta lock my doors, I need my handsome sleep, like him, he's got OCD, cause a shelf fell on him as a kid, and he got traumatized, he's got psychological contamination issues, so he locks the doors again and again
My OCD is conkin' me in the head, keep knockin'
Nobody's home, I'm sleepwalkin'
I'm just relayin' what the voice in my head's sayin'
Don't shoot the messenger, I'm just friends with the
Monster, who is the head of state
Get along with his psycho babbles
They make sense to me
You're trying to vote for him?
Stop helping the little psycho.
And you think I'm crazy, yeah, you know I'm crazy.
