| Shout to the Jesuses
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| Nail me to the couch, say «ouch» for the hedonists
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| Alcohol in the cuts, have to let it burn
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| I watch bad movies cause that’s what I deserve
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| Thumbtack in my shoe really really tiny
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| Whenever I forget to feel sad it reminds me
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| Sad, it’s all alone, DMX song
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| And train for the pain so the chain keeps my neck strong
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| Ouch! |
| My bones mad brittle
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| Lips stay quivering to hold back spittle
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| Keep getting tattoos of old black riddles cause «nobody knows»
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| All good feels are mirages
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| So don’t waste your money on weed or massages
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| Nah, I’m in the hood hearing sirens
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| And the beat tried to make me feel good but it’s lying
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| So I stood in defiance
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| I’m only in it for the pain and the truth is you’re lonely and ashamed
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| And lonely, and ashamed and lonely, and sad
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| No one in the world ever gets what they want and that is beautiful
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| Everybody di--
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| See that’s exactly what the fuck I’m talking about
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| It’s bullshit
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| (I don’t know what’s happening dude I’m gonna try to fix it, just chill out,
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| alright?)
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| Everything happens to me! |