| I’m folding you
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| Like cash in an urn
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| I’m drowning you
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| You’ll thrash but you’ll turn
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| Fold 'em
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| And I’m letting go
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| As drips down a well
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| And if you don’t know
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| I’ll bend as I swell
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| Got a fear of the night
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| Dead souls in a fog
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| So I’m fucked and I’m lost
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| So I’ll fold 'em
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| Fold ‘em
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| Fold ‘em
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| What if the skies are closing?
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| What if I’ve come too far?
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| What if the caps are melting?
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| Are we folding?
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| What if the skies are closing?
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| What if I’ve come too far?
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| What if the caps are melting?
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| Are we folding?
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| People are dying, mommas are crying
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| Look in the eyes of a lion
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| And tell me he’s lying, he’s trying his best
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| But a savage a savage, no folding in
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| To the lies of holy men
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| I live for sin, I’ve folded in
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| I live for sin, so pour the jin
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| Bitch! |
| Money’s the motive, I’m focused
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| In a Ford Focus on that Lotus
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| 'Til I crash, ain’t no point no more
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| I fold, I fold, I fold ‘em
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| My life’s a joke, hocus pocus
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| So what if the skies are closing?
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| So what if I go too far?
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| So what if the caps are melting?
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| So what, can we call this art?
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| So what if the skies are closing?
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| So what if I go too far?
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| So what if the caps are melting?
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| Just fold 'em
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| Fold ‘em, don’t deny it
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| Motherfuckers act up, like they ain’t tried it
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| Fold ‘em, don’t deny it
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| Motherfuckers act up, like they ain’t tried it
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| Fold ‘em, don’t deny it
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| Motherfuckers act up, like they ain’t tried it
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| Fold ‘em, don’t deny it
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| Motherfuckers act up, like they ain’t tried it
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| (And I’ll take care, when you take care of you…) |