| And I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me now
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| When I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me, no
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| I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me, no
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| I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me, no
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| My bag
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| Lost in a duffle, your sauce is a truffle
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| As boss to the loss, but what’s the loss to a cuckold?
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| Dug my own grave, guess my thoughts are a shovel
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| Blastin' off at the speed of light, Team Rocket with the trouble
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| Is anything you do even matter when atoms split?
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| The saddest shit, the patch kid is smokin' up cabbages
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| My Alice in Wonderland put her hand on my quick
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| 'Cause I’m runnin' from love so much, I’m developin' calluses
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| Believe me, I know I’m not perfect,
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| Got a higher purpose, it’s self-defeatin' when you cleanin' without meaning
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| You forgot detergent, supersedin', given I was nervous
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| 'Cause you spoke so highly of your ex
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| Defense mechanisms, I refuse to regress
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| I refuse to be depressed
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| The moment you say you done, you hit me up for a «Pick me up», I imagine the fun
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| But the feelings I keep concealed, 'cause I imagine a gun
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| And I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me now
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| When I’m in my bag
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| Don’t disturb me, no |