| Fuck my spine
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| I crack my back all the time
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| I don’t need your shit advice on my issues
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| I can do research
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| You can buy t shirts
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| Every interactions an interview
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| Bore me death
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| Verbally sucking the soul out my chest
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| I should do meth
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| Tell everyone in the world that I’m blessed
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| I blew the gasket off my top dome ouch
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| Is there somewhere to live that’s higher than the clouds
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| I’m in a rhythm omelette
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| I feel so egg
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| I put some mustard on it
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| Sign this leg
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| The more I can stand the more I can do
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| Follow the plan show them its proof
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| Some of your fans are evil and cruel
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| I can stay bad or I can get good
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| I shove it the background
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| Listenin' to wack sound
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| Acid dope brap villiain
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| Taking over fat buildings
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| Slippin' through the cracks
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| Engrossed in those
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| Traumatic flashbacks
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| I feel my self like I’ve been pushing a clown all around every town
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| I guess I hustled for this dead eyed look
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| And if a cooler breeze might pass me buy
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| I would lie and let you know that I live for this
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| Its a bitch
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| And a trip
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| A wet kiss on the lips
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| And you can flip off the kids
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| And you can make your dick hurt
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| You can be grateful and hateful
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| Still make it all work
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| I think imma douche
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| I don’t even care if you like what I do
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| I think imma fluke
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| I feel like a circus I’m droppin' the nuke
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| I’m actin on cravings
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| Digging a hole buryin' my fear
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| Sad bored to enable
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| Make unstable
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| To get somewhere different from here
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| Dead silent when I’m wrapped in rage
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| Sloppy in the body getting hard to gauge
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| How
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| Many times will I fight the feeling
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| I can do it again
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| I can go back in
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| How does one get out of that
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| Around the whole deal
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| I want my pattern back
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| I know how I feel |