| Well I’m constantly divin' down, driving out, jivin' about, Is
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| Cause suckers two-faced self assured sickos. |
| I don’t get it
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| Seconds are wasted. |
| As for the name of the game that I
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| Tasted, This is the last one, this is the end. |
| A messenger
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| Dead and no message to send. |
| Great wall white whale I
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| Strike the sun now it’s done, done, done, the word is now
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| Undone. |
| Transparent parent, mister master, driving a boy
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| From his youth to disaster. |
| Bad, bad, bad brain day and I’m
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| Blessed with the word. |
| It comes to my head in the shape of
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| A bird. |
| Do it again where I am in the air
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| Getting so drunk in my head that I care. |
| Id est I, et Ego est
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| He, in a low key, so what do you wanna be
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| I want it all again. |
| x4
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| Here we’re coming, speaking to the gente, going to the
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| Loco in the quarashi juego pass me the mirror and I’ll cut
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| You a line this is a sequel, I check out and shine. |
| Now come
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| On and every body lets get high. |
| I’m above the clouds living
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| A goddamn lie. |
| But later on, I’m back at last their grabbing
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| My t-shirt come on take a rest. |
| Doing this ya’ll, doing that
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| Ya’ll, until I stand up against something I fall. |
| Bring out the
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| Best every day’s a test, 47 temperature the last one is best
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| I want it all again. |
| x4
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| Here I am my friends like never before. |
| Out in the back I’m
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| Watching the score. |
| It’s twisted, it’s true but I love the sick
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| Mother. |
| Keeping her good like there was no other, Brother
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| There must be a way, to get through the day, without getting
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| Stuck in the role of the prey. |
| I am still no one locked in the
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| Cage trying to get back the hand that I gave
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| I want it all again. |
| x4 |