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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BJ-rNtSeVC4
I’m coming back, I gotta handle business Vanish to my sleeper seat, left you at terminal three I’ll meet you down at baggage claim in a couple weeks, a fortnight And you parade my homecoming, don’t cry You know I can’t live in any place I visit To live and die in LA I got my Fleetwood Mac, I could get high every day But I’d be sleepy, OCD and paranoid, so Give me Bali beach, no molly, please Palm, no marijuana, trees Your hickies on my aorta, and tattoos you could only see When I’m playing surfboarder, put whisky in that salt water I emptied every canteen just to wear that straight edge varsity you think’s cool They thought me soft in High School, thank God I’m jagged Forgot you don’t like it rough, I mean he called me a faggot I was just calling his bluff I mean how anal am I gon' be when I’m aiming my gun And why’s his mug all bloody, that was a three on one? Standing ovation at Staples I got my Grammy’s and gold Polka dots on my Brit, I’m not supposed to be stunting It’s all melodic this song, I catch this vibe in my sleep But I’m just jet-lagged is all, and restless
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