Wisconsin Wasteland Whispers

Lyrics

I’m on a plane Like Kurt Cobain, I can’t complain Numbing pain Passed out at the kwik trip With a loose grip Pissin’ my drawers, what the heck? Call in a welfare check Make me walk the dotted line Feeling way too fine Can’t see through my fake eyelashes Drug stashes Cash dashes Blunt ashes From ‘stallis to waterford Have you heard Dressed like a nerd, oh double you eye my third. Take that shit to a jury trial It’s on file, On C cap, in all caps like doom, Howlin’ at a full moon out of tune

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