| My angels ain’t sober
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| I cry for them over and over but they move no closer
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| My demons grow colder
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| Been fighting my problems and vices
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| They beat me like Brody
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| Skulls in my collection
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| I pray for my prey before I head into their direction
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| No passive-aggression
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| No, my anger gets physical if it should be manifested
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| Noose around my neck to replace my blue collar
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| Threw dollars at Medusa while she do me rock-hard
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| Cause I’ve been dancing with the devil in her moments of bliss
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| What’s as romantic as a death and a kiss?
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| When I’m living in sin and I’m swimming in the most vivid of visions
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| Of women with skin like cinnamon
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| Benjamins iffin frivolous feelings
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| And timid-less reactions to threats
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| Villainous intentions the instant my ego is checked
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| My mind is a cage
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| My thoughts scatter like roaches
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| When light casts away all the shade
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| My heart is a pump
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| It push ichor and oil through me
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| As they leak out my cuts
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| Twenty different visions and they all seem sus
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| Fifty different choices and they all take guts
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| Ninety-nine crimes over nine lives
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| Now I got the nine to my head
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| And it’s all fucked up
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| Suicidal psychopath, psychonaut
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| Sides and psychos, they revolve
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| Lord of voids, girls and boys, bring the noise
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| I am the one to which you call
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| Super-soaker, wild up in the Croconaw
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| I got the flow but could evolve
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| No bull in my pit, just unlock my jaw
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| And I talk backwards because
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| Dog I’m God
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| Why the fuck you look at me?
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| Man tell me what you see
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| I’m an addict, I’m a fuck-up
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| I’m a fake, I’m a disease
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| All these dirty, gaudy motherfuckers
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| Don’t know what I make
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| Spark the blunt
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| Pop the bottles
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| Put your hands up
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| Praise the kings
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| Jump!
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| Show your hands to the kings
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| Snap your neck to the beat
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| Man, fuck!
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| Aye yo, aye yo, aye yo, check
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| Fist-fighting with my vices gets me so excited
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| My heart afire, finna blaze, no need to ignite it
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| Liar liar, now you’re burning in my presence
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| Brother learn your lesson
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| I don’t mind y’all turn em into weapons nigga
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| Show your hands to the kings
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| Snap your neck to the beat
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| Bitch what?
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| Dropout Kings gon' reign supreme |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Something Awful, artist - Dropout Kings. Album song AudioDope, in the genre Ню-метал