Drunk Tweets

One, two, three
 Fuck you, if I'm wrong I don't wanna be right
 Fuck you, I'll be drinking in the streets all night
 Fuck you, I'll decide if I'm wasting my life
 You're rotting away and killing my high
 Fuck you, it's a thing, I was born this way
 Fuck you are my very favorite words to say
 Fuck you, I'll eat a few and I'll throw the rest away
 Snacking like an asshole in the USA
 I eat more for a snack than you do in a day so fuck you
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 Fuck me, I'm sinking deeper and deeper in doom
 Fuck me, I got a Raskolnikovian gloom
 Six moves ahead but still fully consumed
 I am what I am and I do what I do
 Now the Cerberean dogs are slathering
 I can feel my stories all unraveling
 Bigger Thomas at the heart of a citywide scavenging
 It's closing in around me
 I can't believe they found me
 And it's all well and good to cry doom on the streets
 Like the prophets with their sandwich boards, beards and hard feet
 But there's no unraveling the rings of the tree
 Lord, keep my soul by the way fuck me