The Story: Don't eat the fruit in the garden, Eden,, It wasn't in God's natural plan., You were only a rib,, And look at what you did,, To Adam, the father of Man.
The Story: You smell like goat, I'll see you in hell
The Story: All the b***h had said, all been washed in black
The Story: And my blunt is my ho now
The Story: At home, drawing pictures, Of mounds of tots, With ham on top
At first I thought she was making a dig at Indiana
(i.e. portraying the state as a place where dreams
go to die, or whatever). At the time, I thought,
"What's Pat got against Indiana, in particular?" It
was only later, when I looked up the the correct
lyrics, that I realized mine were wrong.
5/4/2018 9:47 pm
Age it happened
Better than original?
Convinced others you were right?
Was partying involved?
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