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Your mind is a labyrinth

And you always smell like cigarettes

You're really bad at talking

But you're really good at sex

You always kept a baggie

With two grams in your wallet

And a dollar bill rolled in a circle

Stuck inside your pocket (Mmm)

Once you spent 12 hours

Counting coins you found inside your couch

Then you drove to Galveston

And got held at gunpoint with your friends

I'm glad you're not dead

We always snuck out late at night

So your parents wouldn't guess

We took a ride down Kingwood Dr

Windows down going real fast

I kinda hope we crash