Roza Redd - Paper Cups

Drunken fathers
Abused mothers
Kissing cousins
Mother fuckers
Kill your masters
Own your masters
Mix and master
No you bastard
Listening to
Kimya Dawson
Asking coppers
What's your problem
Molotovs
Doc Martin boots
Saying to them
Please don't shoot

Angels angles
Golden bangles
Stole from grandmas
Stoner grandpas
Growing pot
In growing pots
Wanna smoke
He knows a spot
Bus drivers
Flat tires
On the road to
Being tired
Wild fires
Funeral pyres
Commit Arson
Call the parson

Eating sushi
By the lakeside
Eating Coochie
After lunch
Skipping school to
Go get day drunk
Off of 40s
Captain crunch
Captain Morgan
Hammond organs
Playing soundtracks
To our lives
With banjos
Guitars
Standup basses
Going places
With some aces

Go to house shows
Who is playing
Only god knows
What is shaking
The earth today
Is heating up
Like fandom drama
Paper cups
To fill with tears
And used makeup
To fills the days
Where I wake up
So unhappy
Feeling nappy
Makes me snappy
Soon be sappy
Over all that I have got
Like friends ands music
Paper cups

Written by:
Zoe Lake

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