Bona Drag 2

Tonight, I believe I am the Mohegan son of God
Blackjack table and my cock's rock hard
Recurring dreaming of being taken out by cops
Therapist told me I got some PTSD problems
Dream punches never land, thrice broken arm
Filled to the brim with a titanium rod
Those bones never really heal, they stay splintered
Not a great look like Connecticut winters
Pretty for a day, shitty for a month
Trying to make a buck finding new ways to say, "I don't give a fuck"
What? Youth flew by faster than a pog craze
Geckos and Marine world Africa USA
Long gone slap bracelets, '88
Foggy east bay, green dinosaur cake
Baby, when I'm gone you will miss my hairy face
And the way my lips taste sipping Old Colony grape
You know I'll always love you like my Bona Drag tape
I will always love you like my Bona Drag tape