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Wallet Burn (Free verse) by New Life Drug
Where is your wallet tonight? I think there's something in it. Its not to pay for delight Waste these bills or get with it I see you walking down the hall I feel like screaming your name I know your secrets---E-- are enclosed In that leather peice of shit thats yours I saw a poison and a price Pick what you will, pick what you like It'll cost you a daugter's pain But men like you dont care, and I thi--R--nk its pretty lame. I'd like to burn your fuckin wallet BURN YOUR WALLET! Hey where is mr. wallet now? I know yo---A--u're rich and all but This won't pay for the costs and my losses Don't need to tell me you were pressured by your bosses I see you walking in my house I just wanna scream out loud To my mother tha--S--t the wallet bears secrets enclosed Oh that leather peice of shit that's yours I see the poison as a price I saw yo--E--ur choice of disappointing lies And I know the truth inside THAT FUCKIN WALLET! Could you stand it if I burned that fuckin wallet? Yeah se---'EM---e it burn... See it burn... All the cards go down the drain Slip in flames like pouring rain As I watch your precio--ALL--us.. WALLET BURN

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