Place called Portland
Verse 1) I came to this town years ago As a stranger in a world
Woman I’m thinking of your love
Sitting alone watching the traffic drive by deep in my thoughts in an apathetic world
White trash wash up
(Verse 1) I smell like body odor cause I haven’t bathed in over a week
Same to you
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Go fuck yourself. Melodramatic faggots with your stereotype propagating in stone throwing glass
Suck my stiff red arrow
(Verse 1) Woman come talk with me To flirt with me Come be with me
Chaotic necromancy
(Verse 1) Enchanting the dead with the sceptor of power Souls waking from the inner
Only good woman is a sweaty woman
(Verse 1) Only thing on your skin should be the sweat Rainin’ from your pores.
Digital alarm clock
(Verse 1) 7am up for the grind again
Samething each and every day
Only need myself to
Individuality
(Verse 1) Without the I in I-ness There wouldn’t be any seasons I the individual
Turned on the radio
(Verse 1) Turned on the radio Started listening to a song Twiddling the knobs Listened