| How you on my lips you must be spellbound
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| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds
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| Girl, you caught in Lucifer Labelle town
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| Diaphragm of sulfur in the air, how?
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| Boy, you looking crooked, why you pale brown?
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| Must have took your shorty out them fairgrounds
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| Brought her to my show and she my fan now
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| I don’t even know her, why she bow down?
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| Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim
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| No, I ain’t no angel, I ain’t fall in from the brim
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| Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin
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| You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs
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| Pumping all this trauma to your veins until you swim
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| Boy, don’t call your mama 'cause she sloppy on the whim
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| Metal to her drama 'cause her heart was made of tin
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| Boy, that’s just the karma she accrued because of sins
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| Hellbound, bitch, you on my dick, you must be spellbound
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| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds
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| Girl you caught in Lucifer Labelle town
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| Diaphragm of sulfur in the air now
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| Boy, you looking crooked, why you pale brown?
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| Must have took your shooter out them fairgrounds
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| Brought him to the show and he my fan now
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| I ain’t even want him, why he bow down?
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| How, how, how?
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| Jumped into the portal, call me Hades of the Grim
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| No, I ain’t no angel, I ain’t fall in from the brim
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| Pretty motherfucker, I took Flacko for a spin
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| You should look within, have you shaking through your limbs
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| Pumping all the trauma to your veins until you cringe
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| Boy, don’t call your mama 'cause she sloppy on the whim
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| Metal to the drama, she was sucking on my fin
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| Boy, that’s just the karma you accrued because of sin
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| Hellbound
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| Why you fucking hellbound?
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| Bitch you on my dick, you must be spellbound
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| Hellbound
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| Got these birdies singing, making frail sounds
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| Now you talkin' tough |