| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I am rearranging
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I was slowly changing
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| I would love to beat the face
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| Of any motherfucker that’s thinkin' they can change me
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| White knuckles grip pushing through for the gold
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| If you’re wantin' a piece of me I broke the mother fuckin' mold
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| I’m drowning in your wake
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| Shit rubbed in my face
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| Teething on concrete
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| Gums bleeding
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I am rearranging
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I was slowly changing
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| I struggle in violated space
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| Sell out motherfuckers in the biz that try to fuck me
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| Hang from their T’s rated P.G. |
| insight
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| I ain’t sellin' my soul when there’s nothing to buy
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| I’m livid in my space
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| Pissing in my face
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| Fuck you while you try
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| To fuck me
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I am rearranging
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I was, you ain’t fuckin' changing me
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| Dig, dig, dig, dig
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| C’mon, motherfucker, dig
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| C’mon, motherfucker, dig
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| C’mon, motherfucker, dig
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| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
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| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
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| Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
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| Let me help you tie the rope around your neck
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| Let me help to talk you the wrong way off the ledge
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| Let me help you hold the Glock against your head
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| Let me help to chain the weights onto your legs
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| Get on the plank fuck
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I am rearranging
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| Dig, bury me underneath
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| Everything that I was slowly changing
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| Wish you were committing suicide
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| Suckin' on a motherfuckin' tailpipe
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| Dead man walking on a tight rope
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| Limbless in the middle of a channel
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| Bobs away |