| How does it work?
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| How do you do this to someone?
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| Oh, as if you had no choice?
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| I’m drownin' in my headspace
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| Drivin' shockpoint like I’m Isaac Clarke in Dead Space
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| Two gram cone to my dome, now I’m deadweight
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| I feel fine, celebratin' poppin' champagne
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| Caught me in my zone, all alone, marijuana on my lip
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| Fixin' for the herb, I’m packin' purple till I’m stiff
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| Fall asleep in chairs or couches I don’t give a shit
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| Lil' sleepy boy, I’m overlookin' on a cliff
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| This that fuckin' cliffnote
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| Cliff bars suck and clifford the dog was a nympho
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| Breakin' till it fall apart, I guess you got the memo
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| Good bye to my hello
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| I was once a shade of blue but you turned to me yellow
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| My color palette’s minimal but I don’t give a fuck
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| Flip it 'till it saturates, the vibrance ain’t enough
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| Been awake for days and I’m amazed that I’m still up
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| Sleep is for the weak and I’m afraid of givin' up
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| Yeah, I’m afraid of givin' up
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| Yeah, I’m afraid of givin' up
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| Yeah, I’m afraid of givin' up
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| Yeah, I’m afraid of givin' up |