Book of Chrome
It's the book of chrome,
A piece of shit,
Never bring it home.
Leave that bitch where it belongs,
At the home of bowls and bongs,
It's SmOakridge.
What bitch you cryin,
Build a fuckin bridge,
Get the fuck over it,
Take another hit,
Do some more shit,
On this pissy ass Chrome Book.
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