| Sick animals deceased, ridin' interstates
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| Off the truck to the market then your dinner plate
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| And you think you clean
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| None of my labels read BHT
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| Plant based proteins
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| Slow me like morphine
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| Everything saturated
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| Everything for me
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| For you if you want it to
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| I know its hard because the humans fucked up the loop
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| Sick people spend money why the fuck you look astonished
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| What the fucks a business wanting other than profit bitch?
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| Nothing
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| Just breathe
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| Don’t think too deep
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| Where the undertow heavy and the current don’t leave
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| Under trees where the shade bring safety
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| All my mother hoped was that I got home safely
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| BPA free bottles on the counter
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| Too cashed as of lately
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| I don’t wanna think about
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| I know what you sayin'
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| Stop with the speakin' because I done heard everything
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| Don’t come to close to me boy I hurt anything
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| Don’t wanna be here but thank you for letting me
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| Look in the mirror and think am I what’s best for me
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| Raised in the place where it’s best if you die
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| Nothing there’s enough to keep you alive
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| Even if you do find work
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| You’ll still be living in a town made of dirt
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| Fresh grains from the best plains
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| At the shows head-bangin' till its neck pain
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| Next blunt, next night, then the next day
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| I’m cashed till I exit let me explain
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| No phone, no number, no conversation
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| Blood creepin' through my veins with such contemplation
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| Do we wanna let him live hell no
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| They could struggle till they go
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| But they’ll never be Bones
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| I know what you sayin' |