7-11 3OH!3

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[Verse 1: Sean Foreman]
Space man
High as outer space man
Fucking ridiculous
My favorite album, Space Jam
Exit seat while I'm riding on your plane man
And I don't go HAM, I go corned beef
Singing slow jams in between gold teeth
At a karaoke stand with your girl getting drunk chief
She singing Journey
Getting hella horny
So she grabbed my face like Sigourney

[Chorus: Sean Foreman]
At the 7-Eleven
Parked in the alley out back we found heaven
At the 7-Eleven
Tracing lines on your skin we found heaven

[Verse 2: Sean Foreman]
She said she heard of me from that album Want
She used to bump it in the Target parking lot
In her '97 Dodge
Well that's hot
If her friends get together, maybe I could watch
I got the conch, ain't no Lord of the Flies shit
It's more like you'll be catching flies on your eyelids
But I keep crashing in the rocks of the sirens
Playing murder-fuck-kill with death on a desert island

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