Her hairs smells berry wine

Fuck teachers i don't care what they say

Fuck you all bastards

Little dreams was drowned in an sea dirty dreams

My car is parked and the music is loud

I was selling pills because i had to

My pockets is full of good intentions

My bit explodes with our music

And again, changing whores

Bottle of martini with berry juice

Brrrrr skkkkra

Pills kill my mind