I might point out that we men have 3 lumps of tissue.
1 (Twig) + 2 (Berries) = 3 ("Lumps")
The downside to your "lumps" is that neither of 'em grow when you'd like them to.
That's the sound of a bottle when it's hollow
When you swallow it all
Wallow and drown in your sorrow
And tomorrow you're probably gonna wanna do it again
What's a little spinal fluid between you and a friend, screw it
Whats a little bit of alcohol poisoning?
Whats a little fight?
Tomorrow you'll be boys again
It's your life live it however you wanna
Marijuana is everywhere, where was you brought up?
It don't matter as long as you get where you're goin'
Cause none of this shit's gonna mean shit where we're goin
They tell you to stop but you just sit there ignorin'
Even though you wake up feelin' like shit every morning
But your young you got a lot of drugs to do
Girls to screw, parties to crash, sucks to be you
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