Macona - Toadstool

Drug use is a giant communist plot
Sometimes we advocate censoring the radio stations that play rock n' roll songs
With words and ideas we don't like
Sometimes we frantically pass laws
But always we're defensive and not willing to admit
That the youngster has to help us to create a better world
Instead of dropping out of the world as we know it with drugs
I'm gon' prolly fuck up my life I know there's not much left
That's why I sit in my room and I just pray for death
I called my momma on the phone she got a little upset
When I told her I blew all this money off my check
I'm gon' prolly fuck up my life I know there's not much left
That's why I sit in my room and I just pray for death
I called my momma on the phone she got a little upset
When I told her I blew all this money off my check
I could pretend like I don't care at all
But I'm all alone and I'm craving your touch
While you're with your boyfriend telling him stories
About every night that I wasn't enough so I'll
Sit here in the silence
You don't know who I am
Every thought is violent
You're so fucken childish oh
You're the one that reached out
Like some quicksand pulling my feet down
Now I don't wanna follow my dreams anymore
I got a lot of money now I can't go home
You don't know my name you don't know my soul
Gonna follow my path like the yellow brick road
I'm gon' prolly fuck up my life I know there's not much left
That's why I sit in my room and I just pray for death
I called my momma on the phone she got a little upset
When I told her I blew all this money off my check
I'm gon' prolly fuck up my life I know there's not much left
That's why I sit in my room and I just pray for death
I called my momma on the phone she got a little upset
When I told her I blew all this money off my check

Written by:
Peyton Reid

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