Mr. Sweet - Diagnosis

leave the nazrene in a nalgene
im out the water how
bad dreams nicotine like tangerine
little bit stronger now
shed the pain monger ay momma
no sacred cow
aim farther hate drama
name karma take a bow
he gones like candlestick
n niners
child labor camps
canaries n miners
I feel some way
no bullshit or whiners
(all rhymers.....)

no needs no wheeze I cant forget
hate this disease its creed so fuck cigarettes
been a drunk a stoner
not done livin yet
not done swimmin yet
ima son of a gun
n im not gettin wet
im out for vengence
end this like fall climbers
then shelf it like small binders

Written by:
Mr. Sweet, The Woods

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