| 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
|
| I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
|
| I roll where I want, where I want, where I want
|
| I swing where I want without forgetting the boys
|
| On narcissistic cabbage soup I move out of the yards
|
| I'm not looking for friends, girlfriends are comfortable without their numbers
|
| 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 |