| When I imagine myself on acid
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| I take steps backwards if time comes to lap itself
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| Being dazzled by the round of silent thoughts who had the crown
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| Don’t-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself
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| When I imagine myself on acid
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| I take steps backwards if time comes to lap itself
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| Being dazzled by the round of silent thoughts who had the crown
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| Don’t-don't-don't-don't let life pass yourself
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| I could’ve got a job at McDonald’s, but I like curly fries
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| That’s a metaphor for my life, and I like taller guys
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| Could’ve got a deal if I wanted, but I like ownership
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| And I like making shit, and I like selling it
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| Could’ve peaked when I was in high school but I had bigger plans
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| Could’ve took the time out my to find you but you ain’t understand
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| You gotta leave for them to find you
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| Cause what would you demand?
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| When everyone out to define you without a circumstance
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| Anybody got Harry Styles' phone number?
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| Okay, I called him and they said I got the wrong number
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| I was trying to be popular when I was younger, dreaming of better days
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| I don’t see my mom no more remind me of bad weather days
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| If you got a problem with me, try some other guy
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| I let you know I’m a dog, I ate the cat alive
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| But really though, I’m alone 'cause I don’t stick around
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| And yes, I know it’s my fault, so put your finger down
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| I would keep this shit pent up if it weren’t for my mom
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| If it weren’t for the job, yeah I know it’s a lot
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| Guess it’s not every month
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| Should’ve opened up my mouth more, show them what my fist for
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| Let 'em get a fistful, caught up in the lust man
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| Bred from the legs of straight killers on west end
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| Black eyes, bloody sheets, damn where yo' fist at?
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| You should get a new crown, maybe some more things
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| I love it when the people go wild for me
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| Keep it wild for me, wild, wild for me
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| Baby, I been trippin' off, go tie me up and send 'em off
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| And I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
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| I just want a space with my old best friend
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| Lock me in your cellular, won’t elevate again
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| Baby, I been trippin' off, go tie me up and send 'em off
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| I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
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| I just want a space with my old best friend
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| Block me in your cellular, won’t elevate again
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| I’m a shit head son, and I’m bad at growing up
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| I’m a shit head son, and I’m bad at growing up
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| My life ain’t been the same, since my dog died, since my girl left
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| I quit drinking and drugging and still can’t get ahead
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| Been at a loss for words
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| It seems I’m destined to fall apart when I’m depressed
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| It’s all a test, scream at god from my bedside
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| I glue my hands together, life’s got me hog-tied
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| There’s no applause in the game of life, I just bought a car
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| And a new house, here’s the cost to prove it
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| I spin a little wheel when I’m feelin' moody
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| And that’s like all the time, try not to mind the clock
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| Because my heart is ticking I smoke a pack a day
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| And I wish I didn’t, having some trouble quittin'
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| I have a couple vices, we had that show on Viceland
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| I was hardly in it, most the time I’m hidden
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| Anxious and patient and always wanting something different
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| I hate the way I’m feeling, I’m sick of chasing feelings
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| Baby, I been trippin' off, go tie me up and send 'em off
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| And I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
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| I just want a space with my old best friend
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| Block me in your cellular, won’t elevate again
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| Baby, I been trippin' off, go tie me up and send 'em off
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| I been on mission for it, I just want my own apartment
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| I just want a space with my old best friend
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| Block me in your cellular, won’t elevate again |