chilly guy
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On narcissistic cabbage soup
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COLDISH
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On narcissistic cabbage soup I move out of the yards
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I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
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I roll where I want, where I want, where I want
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I swing where I want without forgetting the boys
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On narcissistic cabbage soup I move out of the yards
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I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
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I roll where I want, where I want, where I want
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I swing where I want without forgetting the boys
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My friend (friend), you apparently did not understand
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Stepping on the same rake a second time doesn't hurt anymore
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Yes, yes, the memory is like Dory's fish
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You are not a builder, so what are you building from yourself? |
(I'm sorry, what?)
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Hello, this is COLDISH
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Fuck written on my face are you looking here
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Converse sneakers, you mumble under your breath
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I really don't understand, do you know something or want to?
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I'll do it again, won't talk about anything but
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Myself
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Oh what a disaster, narcissist
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Keeping everyone posted, ah
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COLDISH
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On narcissistic cabbage soup I move out of the yards
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I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
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I roll where I want, where I want, where I want
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I swing where I want without forgetting the boys
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On narcissistic cabbage soup I move out of the yards
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I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
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I roll where I want, where I want, where I want
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I swing where I want without forgetting the boys
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We ordered sauce, everything is going according to plan
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Your body is a chop, I'll eat it with giblets
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Move backwards, move right
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Copulate with the dance floor to call you papa
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Every-every move is like a risk
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Bite your tongue, you say something, then you are definitely an extremist
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Move up and down, let's sing an encore, hey
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Chilly guy plus chilly mix |