Note this was written July 2, 09.
Its words of Jes Yeoman i'll always remember.
I'm looking for my Friend,
He's been gone for over a week and i haven't found him yet.
But i bet when i do find him,
He'll be shacked up in a house with cocaine sparkled floors,
And hanging marijuana plants,
Water fountains filled with booze.
And in the many bed rooms some nice pointy needles
To bring him and this groupies
Down.
Down.
Down.
Low.
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