the fruit is in the lies
the blood is in my eyes New York calls it the times I say it’s all sublime my face is gross & pockmarked I lost it all to a loanshark people call me a fraud they say: hey Jeremy, you ain’t no god now the time is set got nothing left inside my head I got no reason to fret cuz tomorrow I’ll be good as dead yesterday I contracted a cold I think I might be old got no place to go buy me please I’m sold throw caution to the wind peel away my skin eat up all the mints man life is grim think for yourself I got no good health don’t tell me about your wealth if I was a bottle I’d sit on the bottom shelf now it’s time to smoke gimme something that makes me choke addiction ain’t no joke but it’s me I’m no hoax
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