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So geeked up, you a dingus cap So geeked up, you a dingus cap She bossed up when I put her on the map Nothin' to spray, and it tastes like act Real deal junk, and I wish it was an act No more drink left, cause I'm in the biddy I ain't headline, but I still got 50 Laughin' for good, but she happy I came Slow start to fall, so I'm thinkin' bout the rain Few people goin', and I'm never be the same Run on your top, and it's time for the game I pop pills, and I ran outta tips Hopin' all the love don't go by years Hopin' they can't pay bills by faith
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Hope I don't get cold blood, now I'm going ghost Feel like Phantom of the Opera, shifting my persona Coating in my soda, slipped into a coma Wish I never woke up, ever since we solo People say they know us, Margiello loafers But I know he's a poser And all around your throat, all the words burned out Fuck!
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It's ice cold, pounce through my eyes from a candle Watch the dead float by in the cornfield I'm a carver, shit up, don't step to me Bust a cop skull open on Elm Street Dancing in the woods, party in the trees Turn it up, that's a ghost mountain cemetery Fueled by hate, let the world in New rocks, embrace it on a coffin From a foxtail, all I have forgotten
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