Accept Crack Whores For Who They Are

Yeaaaaah, so my friend Braden has left me for a week to go frolic about on the beach on the East Coast. Sadly, for Braden I won't miss him. But, I do miss our infamous jam seshes we do on the weekly. So, today I was feeling a little lonely having a jam sesh by myself and decided to make it proactive by writing Braden a song. Before you read my song lyrics I will ensure you that neither of us are cocaine addicts (yet) and that it is just a joke. I was inspired by sneezing due to the high pollen count. (I was hanging out on my deck in my undies writing another blog post that will be coming soon.) And Braden and I discussed how sneezing makes people look like crack heads. Which has led us to a song about well.. a crack head.

On with the song. It is to the tune of Mixtape by Brand New. And when Braden learns how to play in on acostic and teaches me, I will play it and sing it for you all to hear. Then we can all discuss how deathly my singing sounds. Here is my real, uncut, and raw version of the song about crack whores:

I've got an eight ball of cocaine,
That says no one's ever seen you,
Completely sober,
You're always fxcked up.

And I'm sick of your addiction,

And the way you always critisize rehab,
And cheap cocaine.

And I know that you're a sucker,
For anything with needles,
But when I say let's keep in touch,
I really mean I wish,

That you'd give up the drugs.

This is the first song for recovery,

It's short just like your high,

Somewhat golden like the afternoons,

We used to spend, before you got too low.

(repeat all ^)

Yeaaaah, but I wish you would share.

(repeat x4)

Pictured to the left is this infamous Braden that I speak of. It's his pleasure to meet you, although no promises he'll remember you tomorrow. He reads on my blog and I'm sure he'll be possesed by extreme zeal to know he made it into the blog.

Stay chill and SOBER, xoxo.