Clit Cake - Favorite Song

Trying to get good grades
Trying to get a good name
Trying to stay out of drugs, get laid
Sneak out late, get out, get paid
Get your head on straight
It's a tight race
Keep it to your chest like
You ain't never gonna rest light
I was just chilling at home
With my headphones on
And on came my favorite song
And on came my favorite song
And on came my favorite song
And on came my favorite song

Written by:
Pierce Kuhl

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