| Oh shit
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| Okay, here’s what I’m gonna do
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| It’s like you’re stuck
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| In your body corrupt
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| There’s a riot in your mind
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| It’s about to erupt
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| Or it’ll boom
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| Fuckin self destruct
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| Detonated by the thought of you just giving it up
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| Were you
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| So dumbfounded you were making the cut
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| You had to run behind my back
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| Take a cock and get fucked
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| I don’t know how you can live with this shit
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| Gobble a dick
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| Running back and kissing me on the lips
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| You’re someone else
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| I guess we’ll never fucking know
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| Colossal bitch
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| Does your heart run hollow
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| Is it rammed up your arse?
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| What your plans for tomorrow?
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| It’s kinda like we share the pain
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| Cause we both felt sorrow
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| When you got marked up
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| Like the Mask of Zorro
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| Well you can keep that branding til your nose explode
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| That’s what you get for sucking dick for a line of coke
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| Who knows?
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| Your tonsils and your nostrils, I suppose
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| But for now that can be diagnosed
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| By someone else
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| Cause there’ll be no coming back
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| When there’s cum on your back
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| From someone else
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| I hope you were compensated
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| By someone else
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| With a cardiac attack
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| Or some more Prozac
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| From someone else
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| You’re someone else
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| Fuck You
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| You call it jealousy
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| Like maybe I’m just insecure
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| When someone else is with my bitch
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| And he’s fucking her more
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| I’ve been living like a monk
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| Out here on tour
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| But you been getting your butt torn up
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| Soon as I walk out the door
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| Knees straight to the floor
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| And you be at it til I’m back in fucking Calais you whore
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| Hold up
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| Let me take that back
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| But give you one more chance
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| There ain’t no coming back
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| You’re someone else
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| I guess we’ll never fucking know
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| Well, I hope you were compensated
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| Cause I believed every word you said
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| You’re someone else
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| There’ll be no coming back
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| When there’s cum on your back
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| From someone else
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| I hope you were compensated
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| By someone else
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| With a cardiac attack
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| Or some more Prozac
|
| From someone else
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| You’re someone else
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| Fuck you
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| Fuck you
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| Fuck you
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| You’re someone else
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| Don’t you dare tell me
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| This track’s about misogyny
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| Basically a track promoting
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| Prejudice philosophy
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| Spent time crying
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| Now I found comedy
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| Just like you found monotony in monogamy
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| I ain’t got anything else left to say on this track
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| Fuck you, I hope it was worth it
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| And your little wasteman fucking drug dealer dickhead of a fucking brother
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| Fuck off
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| I guess we’ll never fucking know
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| You fucking bitch |