Living in pursuit of my unreasonable pleasure
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Did you think it was a rebellion, go crazy step, or
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Even if it's broken, look at your eyes
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Then drink and fuck and put on your glasses
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floating above this undulating void
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Your unflattering sweetness is as much as my drunkenness in the crowd.
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If my head says "OK", my heart continues.
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The world, don't turn around like this, people will come out of humanity
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They're all chasing cars, money
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I got hungry when I wanted my job to be rap
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I'm so, all kings, all kings, so much
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Look, when I'm in this chaos, my only nightmare is to sleep
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Red order, draw my beauty, once again on the street
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Take the fame, take the money, take the wife
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Maybe you'll wear a real gold chain around your neck
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Swaying bums in the streets like parasites
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Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
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I neither made war nor made peace like understanding this
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For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
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It's like living after my escaped pleasure
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Look how intense this attack is, how tired I am
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As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
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How deep is this swamp, how deep is this swamp
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Like a parasite in the streets
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Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
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I neither made war nor made peace like understanding this
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For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
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It's like living after my escaped pleasure
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Look how intense this attack is, how tired I am
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As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
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How deep is this swamp, how deep is this swamp
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(Swaying bums in the streets like parasites
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Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
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I neither made war nor made peace like understanding this
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For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
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It's like living after my escaped pleasure
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Look how intense this attack is, how tired I am
|
As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
|
How deep is this swamp, how deep is this
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Swaying bums in the streets like parasites
|
Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
|
Swaying bums in the streets like parasites
|
Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
|
It's like living after my escaped pleasure
|
How intense is this attack, how tired I am
|
As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
|
How deep is this swamp, how deep is this swamp)
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Swaying bums in the streets like parasites
|
Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
|
I neither made war nor made peace like understanding this
|
For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
|
It's like living after my escaped pleasure
|
Look how intense this attack is, how tired I am
|
As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
|
How deep is this swamp, how deep is this swamp
|
Like a parasite in the streets
|
Flies in the cold, stupid flies in the cold
|
I neither made war nor made peace like understanding this
|
For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
|
It's like living after my escaped pleasure
|
Look how intense this attack is, how tired I am
|
As you rise, gravity shows the bottom
|
How deep is this swamp, how deep is this swamp
|
For some reason this bed is cold, for some reason this bed is cold
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Anyway, fuck it!
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2020, 11 December
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Today is November 2 |