• I'm sorry Kurt Kobain I hate all these hipster kids shut up about your instruments its cool to drop that acid down we found cellulite underground Im not staring at your tits and your perfume smells like shit but this is what we do we have hands like weather balloons come and tell me how I'm supposed to be come feel the cold on our thin feet when I leave I take all the money when I leave your kids wont know me Im not staring at your tits and your perfume smells like shit

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