Bday Bacchanal Afterparty Pole Dance
To protect the birthday person against such awful influences, the tradition of the birthday party evolved, surrounding the individual with love, laughter, music, gifts and entertainment. This works. At least, it has, so far, for me. I’ve tried other methods, but I find that the best way to ward off the “evil spirits” of shock (am I really that old?), stress (shouldn’t I have accomplished more by now?), fear (what’s going to become of me?) and foolhardiness (maybe I should prove I’m still young by climbing to the top of the Golden Gate Bridge again) is to throw a big, balloon-filled, debaucherous, orgiastic birthday bacchanal of love, laughter, music, gifts, entertainment and lots of sexual activity with beautiful people hanging out in their birthday suits.
Full transcript of Bday Bacchanal Afterparty Pole Dance on The Dr. Susan Block Show:
Got them bitches wanna fuck Got them haters tryin' fuck with me Yeah, they so persistent With the ignorance consistent
With this shit I get a little bit more Maticulous descriptive When I spit that shit Nigga, we really livin' this jet
It's not fictitious, act your bitch Cause she done ended and pressed Wear high, I'm dressed and this ain't shit Babe, I'm just chillin' I'm never stressed
Never let them see me sweat Actin' who designed my sweats Examine me like I'm an exhibit If I grew it, how'd I do it
How much was it, where'd I get it It's sickenin' but I'm not trippin' love I know how to fix some broke Niggas keep whinin'
So I cop mode diamond All my cuffs got leavened wood All my hoes and knives and dance All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high All my nights, I'm lookin' For the best time I could find Sleepin' when it's over
Even though a life will never die All my cuffs got leavened wood All my hoes and knives and dance All my clothes, they smell like good
All my days, I'm gon' be high All my nights, I'm lookin' For the best time I could find Sleepin' when it's all over
Even though a life will never die Bad time, let's fuck My walls do it I bet your bitch give me heck outside
Still gettin' head while I drive Nigga so high, if I fall off I'm still gon' land in the sky Got Lee in my cup, a room full of sluts
They all roll buck, a girl they holly Don't own a molly, she gon' wake up When I'm out full of nuts Kern said, hospital, Juicy J
Double cup full of that UGK Bitch, I shine like a UV ray And I get hit like a new toothpaste Scared, but it don't make no money
I make your home open my door for me I cop the Phantom, all black I'm in the back with our snow money Ferrari faster than a road runner
I bought that bitch with my shoulder money Damn right nigga, I pay cash Yeah ho, I don't own nothing I'm feelin' like Superman
I'm smokin' on kryptonite I'm livin' that trippin' life Damn right nigga, we don't miss a night All my calls got leather wood
All my hoes and nines and dance All my clothes, they smell like good All my days, I'm gon' be high All my nights, I'm lookin' for the best time
I could find Sleepin' when it's all over Even though a life will never die All my calls got leather wood
All my hoes and nines and dance All my clothes, they smell like good All my days, I'm gon' be high All my nights, I'm lookin' for the best time
I could find Sleepin' when it's all over Even though a life will never die Bad time, left fuck
My walls do the 360s My bad time, left fuck My walls do the 360s My walls do the 360s
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