Shit Spreading Faster Than An STD


We couldn't make this last,
The end was approaching fast,
And now you're part of the past,
No, we couldn't make it.

I'm still the same,
I was the constant,
You were the variable,
What a fucked up experiment!

I loaded my shit,
I skipped town,
Now I'm renown.

Look, this town I've painted,
All the lips which speak my name are tainted,
I'm spreading like an STD,
Fun for the night, but no one wants me.


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