| Night terror in the dark
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| I ain’t sleep much no more
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| Wake up screaming the fuck am I dreaming
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| Punching, mumbling «you better kill me»
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| Sweating puddles, thinking how could this be
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| Sirens ringing out the window, lullaby
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| Breath taking like views from 2
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| Never thought I end up like this
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| Getting murder in my sleep, see you running like shumi
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| On gods, I felt like I could just shoot me
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| Oh wow
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| Shamwowed
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| The last
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| Too wild
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| Too crowded
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| Too gassed
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| Lost my way of thinking, dumming it down to the normal
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| Fuck all that bull shit, I’m far from fucking normal
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| Extraterrestrial, wit the recipe, anger on rasmsy
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| Got me fucking restless, like what da fuck is the lesson, Owen Hart wit da
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| backies, gotta clear out all this cache
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| No rinse in repeat
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| That shit be to weak
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| That feeling went bleak
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| The fuck of my dick
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| Now go take a seat
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| Been Done wit the phonies
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| That slope looking steep
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| You mind as well fall
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| For shit come to light
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| That might not be right
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| Still restless
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| Still bothered
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| Hell got a lil hotter
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| I thought I forgot it
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| But nightly reminded
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| Too feel up that grinderi
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| I Thanos my problems
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| Watch’em dissolve
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| They still be existing
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| So now I’m the riddler
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| Got a lil sicker
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| It felt a lil realer
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| Can’t say i ain’t see it
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| I’m always too late
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| So fuck it’s fate
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| Fuck sleeping
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| I need me some money
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| Can’t dream if I’m working
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| I changed up the sentiment
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| Need me some bejermains
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| If it ain’t money
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| Then it ain’t no service
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| Sorry no me in it
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| Fumbled the bag
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| But watch me recover
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| Night terrors uncovered
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| I don’t got time
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| I ain’t like the others
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| Can’t waste no more time
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| Insomnia back
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| Let’s get it
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| Let’s get it
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| It’s clear I was right
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| Some time that shit suck
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| But fuck it we back
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| No bitching, fuck dat
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| We got out that trap
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| Now look where we at
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| This shit ain’t perfect
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| But it’s better than that
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| Nightmares, turned residuals
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| Nobody seen that it
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| Now I sit back
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| And burn away my regrets
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| 3.5 in the gabba
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| A different arc wit the gang |