Burnouts
We are the burnouts,proud and true.We smoke marijuana and pop pills to. So what? we'll die high. When I die barry me deep plant some reafer at my feet.Hell put some zig-zags in my hand and I'll roll a joint in the promise land.Hell ya? We are the Burnouts proud and true.Need to put speakers by my head so I'll be rocking and rolling while I deadBurnouts
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11-30-2009
- i like it - especially the speakers at your heat when dead - i told my middle she is in charge of music when i go - "When the Misic Over" by the doors -, nice
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