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Looking outside, looking at the trees
and spitting on all those fkin' fleas.
They don't really like it a lot.
I just say "so fking what".
Spit pile, spit pile, spit it out, spit it out, livin' in denial.
Trying to think of the words to say. Maybe its not my fking day.
Blue s**t from my fresh slurpee
and horse s**t splattered on a tree.
fk authority! Yeah, anarchy!
And this is what I do when my time is free.