| Yo, Lunar C, Mash
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| I’m followed
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| Flytippers
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| Yo
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| I’m followed by a dark cloud rain
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| And the sun don’t shine through my window in the morning
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| I’m followed by a dark cloud rain
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| And the sun don’t shine through my window in the morning
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| It’s all just timing, the process is awe inspiring
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| On top form, applying pressure like I’m forming diamonds
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| So high I’m off the floor defying the laws of science
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| it might sting like porcupine skin
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| I’m not living the sorta life to be glorified
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| You’re talking shite and normalising being poor at rhyming
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| I wear a crown of thorns, I’m Christ, you saw the light and now you walk beside
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| him
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| Too many thoughts of violence and corpses piling
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| You’ve got a tiny buzz like you’re micro-dosing
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| You’d probably punch your grandmother for a viral moment
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| I’m prophsizing, my profit’s rising, I’m writing omens
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| If the skies ar closed when I die I’m going to prize them open
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| I’m picking up the speed but I’m not shifting gear
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| I know Jesus loves me, he didn’t give me a ginger beard
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| And I’ve been doing this for years
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| I shouldn’t really have to use my own arm to lift my beer |