| This was never the way I planned
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| Not my intentions
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| She said, «Just become what I am»
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| My energy exists in the figures
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| This shit felt so crucial
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| Critically dividing and whining all the time
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| Something so wet caress my mind
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| My second source of PH to elevate my life
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| I feel like a used shoe
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| Always getting stepped on but being by your side
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| I feel that Stockholm brew
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| I feel like Aaliyah in 1999
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| (Come on)
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| Bring each other together
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| And prosper in our failures of humanity
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| She stood up to pick it back up
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| And her butt feel fat, I might as well fuck
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| I’m been stuck for six and a half months
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| In a god damn state invented to be fun
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| How the fuck you do that?
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| Where my brain? |
| I lose that
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| Fuck it, where the booze at?
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| I’ma need my boost back
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| Pump it, baby, spring it
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| 'Til you feel a breaking penis
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| Hand on her chest like allegiance
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| Got her dancing full of…
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| Said she wants it, so she killed me
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| And put my corpse in a suit
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| Then took me out for dinner
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| But I can’t stomach the food
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| This was never the way I planned
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| Not my intentions
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| She said, «Just become what I am»
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| My energy exists in the figures
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| Cut me up
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| Gut me up
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| Throw me underground
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| Cut me up
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| Gut me up
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| Throw me underground
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| Cut me up
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| Gut me up
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| Throw me underground
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| Cut me up
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| Gut me up
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| Throw me underground
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| Why would she cut me up
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| Gut me up, throw me underground? |