September 3, 2012 by danistrulytheman Leave a comment I’ll move to Paris, shoot some heroin, fuck with the stars You man the island and the cocaine and the elegant cars I’m feeling rough, I’m feeling raw, I’m in the prime of my life We’ll choke on our vomit and that will be the end We were fated to pretend To pretend We’re fated to pretend To pretend Like this:Like Loading...