drunk

Fuck these late nights and fist fight, this dog cops got my wrist tight, fucked up end to a fit night, just popped in for a quick pint, down the cells till I'm deemed right, handle shit like a boss might, tag my name when I'm out sight, back up early the next night, for what could be a re write.

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