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Borrego De Oro

from Still Puffin' by Leche

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Call the local witchdoctor family friend
In a rush so you don't know where to begin
Banging on the door screaming let me in
I need to know what happens to me in the end
Do I have what it takes to make all the big calls
Have I got a stack of trophies up on my wall

When the witchdoctor says boy mind your words
Don't you know that your thoughts are violent turds
Cause your mind secretes this nasty stink
And nobody wants to smell this crap you think
So you're out on the curb with your paragraph
While all the rich kids drive by and point and laugh

Oooh
You fucked up

Eat your tex-mex slop in the front window
Staring mouth hole open with an empty soul
Gonna join your friends in a six feet hole
Going down to a place where you just don't know
You wanna find a reason but theres nothing there
So you sit and pretend like you just don't care

Drown yourself in your seasick lies
As the life gets sucked from both your eyes
And you want to just curl up and die
Cause there's nothing left for you in your life
And you can't complain that nothings right
So you bury your kids and dog and wife

Oooh
You fucked up

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from Still Puffin', released April 26, 2014

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