| My moods live on that swing same
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| Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow
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| Gawk as I thread this loch ness slipstream sepsis
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| Subconscious up F twitch asterisk see off my meds glitch
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| Thoughts squealin through my mildew
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| Watch my back or I’ll kill you
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| Schizo superscript scan the voice imprint, only I can hear you
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| Deserted mansion in my head, half-lidded lanterns returnin
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| Sclera scarlet as wall of virgin, bombed by flask of bourbon
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| Can’t be certain
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| Your intercom I’m fingering
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| You don’t wanna, but you buzz me in
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| My moods live on that swing same
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| Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow
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| My moods live on that swing same
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| Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow
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| Nathan perculatin proper
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| Caiman propellers comin' off, she’s hella copter
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| My neck bone sprayin' guava
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| Shimmy snakin status caved in mental state been shanked and soldered
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| I got the nasty in my taxi
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| You need a lift? |
| You can sit between the backseat and my dick
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| If the law catch me in the act and I happen to die today
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| Push one my swing out in a glass of purple rain
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| Candy-painted by the lord of stainless steel liquid your ashy brain
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| My moods live on that swing same
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| Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow
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| My moods live on that swing same
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| Push me harder, push me, push me, swang into tomorrow
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| I got that feeling somebody killed me
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| I got that feeling, zero feeling
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| Can’t stop stealing, zeros killing all your millions
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| Somebody kill me, somebody killed me
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| I got that feeling, zero feeling
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| Can’t stop stealing, zeros killing all your millions |