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| quote: | Originally posted by Slylee
One phone call is all it takes
For that little white rock that gives me the shakes
I anxiously break it and cut it in lines
The smell is so potent, I can’t wait to do mine!
I roll up a bill, a post-it, or get the bullet chamber loaded
Whoever invented these things must have had ulterior motives
I blow my breath out and lean over the powder
Half a line in one nostril now I feel the power!
The rest in nostril 2, man this shit is soo good
Now time to paint the town, nothing can ruin this mood...
Except when the night is almost over and I’m almost out of coke
Time to call the dealer and make myself more broke |
That is brilliant, kudos to you 
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