The road, baby is tight,
And we roll, baby, you know tonight.
There's a full pie in the sky
And it pulls, baby, you know to ride.
It's fair because
I get higher then I think I was
We pull over when we're tired
We get wired.
So witty and white
And we roll all of your gold tonight.
You so out of sight
But your girlfriend hippie trans loves to fly.
It's fair because
I get higher then I think I was
We pull over when we're tired
We get wired.
It's fair because
I get higher then I think I was
We pull over when we're tired
We get wired.
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