I read on this bitch's face: "Money, fame is my weakness"
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There are lines on your face like envy, but on a larger scale
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Dropped tears - pick up, it's very stupid to cry
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Gather your coins, go. |
I hate weakness
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There is a hole in the face. |
You are empty - that's a fact
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No face - I'm not interested, hey, don't wait at the altar
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Everything in me fucking dies, but I feel it's time
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Your face is so empty, there's a hole in your face
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Holes-holes, tyry-pyry
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You are all holes, you are all holes
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Lamborghini? |
Are you a goddess?
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You want too much
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One face, like this. |
You are all copies of yourself
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All my interest is gone. |
You are all in masks - carnival
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Faces don't burn, but what?
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They all shine like a kaleidoscope
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It's all just a show
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It's all just masks, bro. |
Don't get fooled by hoe
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Your emotions mask
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There are trousers, but not eyes
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Wash all your clothes, but you won't shine
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Hey, don't wait for my caress
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She will wash her face
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Wash off makeup, woah
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Look at her eblo
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Where is the UFO? |
Where is the UFO?
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Take her away
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In the eyes of a penny - so empty,
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But she wants cabbage
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No, not for boobs, she wants money
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And this makes me sad
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I read on this bitch's face: "Money, fame is my weakness"
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There are lines on your face like envy, but on a larger scale
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Dropped tears - pick up, it's very stupid to cry
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Gather your coins, go. |
I hate weakness
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There is a hole in the face. |
You are empty - that's a fact
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No face - I'm not interested, hey, don't wait at the altar
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Everything in me fucking dies, but I feel it's time
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Your face is so empty, there's a hole in your face
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All face in holes, threads
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I sew up a bitch's mouth with a needle, a knitting needle
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I have never seen so many tears and blood in my life
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Yes, I'm blind, I need a trace
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Weakness will be taken by fate. |
You and her
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Left a trail in the bloody snow. |
Feeling the sound
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In the agony of a whore striving for heaven, but they are waiting for her in hell
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Collect coins, let's play blunts
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Your lips are sweet
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The taste of iron does not bother me
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The bitch moans so, it hurts me
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Like the remnants I burned, my lesson
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I'm flying in, I'm sure of myself
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I don't need time, I'll bear the burden
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Bastard without a target, you're on target. |
The couple will appreciate it. |
(Not)
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I didn't see money, I didn't see your faces, I didn't see your souls. |
You are a lousy hole
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and you are a sewing girl
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All your requests rest on matter
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You swim for your soul, and for this you mother
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That bitch, at least spit on her
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Yes, I fucked you, creature, how I fucked autotune,
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But autotune won't leave me, because it's good,
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And you through the thigh - I will knock out all your shit
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I read on this bitch's face: "Money, fame is my weakness"
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There are lines on your face like envy, but on a larger scale
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Dropped tears - pick up, it's very stupid to cry
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Gather your coins, go. |
I hate weakness
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There is a hole in the face. |
You are empty - that's a fact
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No face - I'm not interested, hey, don't wait at the altar
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Everything in me fucking dies, but I feel it's time
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Your face is so empty, there's a hole in your face |