| Still no preservatives, stick to your murder shit
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| Capsules and milligrams you never heard of it
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| Stick to the surface shit, sleep through the dirty shit
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| I’m whipping clips while I’m wrappin' up furnishes
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| Cherry oak cabinets, this is class with no asses
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| We come around, you just circle our absence
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| Decorative axes, elegant lining, curb appeal with minimum signing
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| Bones got the flow like soap
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| Tryna grab a hold to clean for you though
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| Stood the world up and I played my role
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| Pale skin, bright chains like keys in the snow
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| You don’t wanna know the kind of things
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| That go on inside of my dome
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| My body’s a home and my skull is my room and I spend my time bored in the dark
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| All on borrowed time, to stay within the lines
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| Holding fuck up if you suffer, don’t bitch, complain or whine
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| Just thank what the world has given you
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| And with you know every day’s anew
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| You can reboot your systems here
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| Uploading modems on your (wrists?) |