| Said we’re running out of time
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| Countin' down
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| Tick-tock tick-tock
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| Countin' down
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| Countin' down
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| Tick-tock tick-tock
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| I ain’t got no time left
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| I ain’t read the signs
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| I’ve been flying by them at 100 miles, stress
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| I ain’t got no mind left
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| Which way do I go? |
| Right/left
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| My life
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| My death
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| I love all my vices so much
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| They love me back
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| And ain’t it funny that I always want her back 'til she’s coming back
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| I wonder when she’s coming back (coming back)
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| She’d rather that she was out of mind than was out of mine
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| Out of sight, out of mind, baby, I’m flying
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| To somewhere greener to where we’re eager to rebuild like Mayans
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| Don’t blame yourself for the end of the world, baby, it’s just science
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| You’re tempting me though
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| All I should have said was «no»
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| Sorry baby, but no one’s home
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| But 'round and 'round we go
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| 'Round and 'round we go
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| Trying to grab a hold of these vices, but they just be grabbing hold of me,
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| grabbing hold of me
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| Told the baby rack another line, but you know this shit ain’t never come for
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| for free, ever come for free
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| That’s a nought-point-five darling, so you got nought-point-five seconds to get
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| undressed and show me what you mean when you said you was a freak
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| If you’re going to waste my time darling, then I’m running
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| On coke and sex, these hoes are showing breasts in hopes of going home to press
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| These lonely so and so’s are so depressed and won’t be left with nothing,
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| it only gets them running
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| They want to get to sniffing
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| So, get to fucking
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| So, get to ringing my phone and I press the button 'Ello
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| Should have left it alone
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| They’re tempting me though
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| All I should’ve said was no
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| Sorry baby but no one’s home
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| But Round n round we go
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| She‘d rather she was out her mind
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| Than was out of mine
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| Out of sight out of mind baby I’m flying
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| To somewhere greener
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| Where we’re eager to rebuild like Mayans
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| Don’t blame yourself for the end of the world baby it’s just science
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| I could’ve predicted our final scene if we weren’t missing the signs
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| Illegally blinded by highness your highness fly me out
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| Trippy
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| Princess and pickney
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| Drug dose and a bottle of whiskey
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| Makes us this bobby and Whitney
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| Double but minus the priors
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| You always said you’d be famous and never was your true self
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| And you love playing the victim baby sing out all you felt
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| Every hit, hit you well
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| Lift me up when I’m down
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| Drag me down when I think I’ve climbed myself out of this well
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| World War Z mademoiselle
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| It’s just me plus you girl
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| In a race again, time
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| Doing times with blood in our cells
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| I know you wish us more hell
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| But see I wish us good health
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| Good or bad it weren’t intentional couldn’t you tell
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| These drugs and these girls and these drugs
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| Been stuck on this road this road for so long
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| These drugs and these girls these girls and these drugs
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| These 10 green bottles
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| Sitting on the wall
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| Tell me
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| If one of em falls
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| How you gonna pick it up not get cut tell me how you gonna end this sorrow
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| When you’re stuck on this street of sins
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| Is this a race that we can win?
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| Swim, swim, swim my brother sink or swim |