yeah lets make this awkward as fuck dale you better make sexy eye contact with me while this plays I mean it though you beautiful bastard dale, I bloody love you, dude, there, I said it now forget it before I regret it you dragged me through months I couldnt even edit got me laughing at life when I nearly ended it just got high, talked shit, judged pricks in the garden while getting wrecked with premium grade carbon 2AM Amsterdam chips chasing the location in the dark on high arse holidays deep in potato laced frustration from the start, and youve seen me when my head went full into a error while my brain was doing loops round hyde bus shelter you didnt try and fix me with quotes off a mug like a mug you just sat there chatting shit till my brain unplugged thanks dude, I legit know it was graft, Dale level maths with no science no sugared talk, just weed and defiance you knew when to joke and when not to joke then joke anyway and that shit kept me alive and afloat bitching sessions where the victim was handpicked like “yeah, hes always been a tit” full forensic hate with a spliff in the mist cross examining pricks over Jans golden chips getting high might make shit rough round the edge but better than looking down while falling over the ledge honestly dude, youre the sort of dickhead that dont need a speech which is why this is awkward as fuck and Im making it deep dale, I bloody love you, dude, there, I said it now forget it before I regret it you dragged me through months I couldnt even edit got me laughing at life when I nearly ended it just got high, talked shit, judged pricks in the garden while getting wrecked with premium grade carbon 2AM Amsterdam chips chasing the location in the dark on high arse holidays deep in potato laced frustration from the start, and so yeah, thanks, my dude, for the weird survival for the smoke, the rants, denying my denial life kicked me in the ribs you popped up, poked me right in it, like “we getting lit” I hope you know that I aint built for confession like this but youve been a constant through real depression to survive this so take this compliment, Ill try not to make it gaye while I write this actually no, too late, I already made it gaye meh might as well play with my balls for me now man pshh .... No you snide guy come on whats a ball fondle between friends dale, I bloody love you, dude, there, I said it now forget it before I regret it you dragged me through months I couldnt even edit got me laughing at life when I nearly ended it just got high, talked shit, judged pricks in the garden while getting wrecked with premium grade carbon 2AM Amsterdam chips chasing the location in the dark on high arse holidays deep in potato laced frustration from the start, and dale, I bloody love you, mate, thats the message wrapped in weed smoke, insults, and wreckage you got me through pain with jokes and complaints thank you, my dude, you absolute saint dont get carried away though dude your still a knob © 2026 Hotwife of Pi. All rights reserved. All lyrics are original works written and published under the name Hotwife of Pi and are protected by applicable copyright law. No part of these lyrics may be copied, reproduced, republished, distributed, adapted, performed, recorded, transmitted, used for artificial intelligence or machine-learning training, or otherwise exploited, in whole or in part, without prior written permission from the copyright holder, except where permitted by law.
