| I consider myself, silent teach', sinful
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| I’ma telekinesis, mentally Magneto
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| Comin' up with the thesis upon a hoe, oh, oh, yeah
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| You belittle yourself, wishin' that you would and just spillin' yourself
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| Killin' yourself, and tomorrow, cleanin' yourself, oh, oh, yeah
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| Move within the little of self, anyone else
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| Always low and the time cuts you with stealth
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| Malcolm in the Middle in emotions and health
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| Been a one-star, I don’t fuck with the Yelp, yeah
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| So the feelings have cost you
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| Never stain up on my heart, forgot 'bout the coaster
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| I need your margarita, happened to it, I know, sir
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| I don’t know
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| So we go and plunge
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| Ready, set and fee fi fo, on the run, PTSD from the 5−0
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| Tryna lie low but alligator ice is so flow
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| Wherever I go, they keep a worm close, I know
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| I know any second, pyro
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| I could blow like Coachella, so overheat the silo
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| It’s the damage conflicted, but continue, oh, I know
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| So we plunge
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| Ready, set and fee fi fo, on the run, PTSD from the 5−0
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| Tryna lie low but alligator ice is so flow
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| Wherever I go, they keep a worm close, I know
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| I know any second, pyro
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| I could blow like Coachella, so overheat the silo
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| It’s the damage conflicted, but continue, oh, I know
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| So we |