sitting at work on a chilling autumn night
thinking if i was skiing that would be tight
chilling with my bong and the nights still young
your girlfriends got a smile when she eats my cum
im crashing and im dreaming of a snowfall
and im not talking ice or cocaine-o baby doll
the white stuff it falls i ski and go down
hitting jumps and crashing my smile makes a frown
i get up and i try hard but you can never push enough
when the sun starts falling and i pack another bowl
i turn around and take a hoot and scream with my soul
YOU BITCH! YOU FUCKING BITCH HILL! I KILL YOU! I FUCKING KILL YOU!
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