pickin' out strawberries
under the weather for my
pink fairies
that tinkle under the moonlit sky
i'll fly high, induced by a
psychedelic trip
that hits me
upside the head
gimme a loaf a' bread
or a candle
so i'll lay on the beach
with my sandals
i just got beat by a cruiser
for my notch that's a
loser,
but ain't saying that!
devil got me a mean say
for this is a torteutous day
motherfucker coming
at me like i'm filling time
bombing hills
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