| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Fuck what they talkin', we like ghosts in a ghost town
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| Swerve to the lake, when we crash, we gon' both drown
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| Drugged like a rat in a maze, find a way, now
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| Hurts when I wake, but it helps when I’m there, now
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| Offa' porch, stupid horse, know ya' TALKIN2ME
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| On a train, wagin' war with a walkie talkie
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| Bonnie break, stay the same, she been waitin' for me
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| Supa stakes, cards are fake, fuck a poker table |
| What’s a time zone? |
| Drivin' with my eyes closed
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| Livin' rhinestone, fuckin' up a backbone
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| When the time come, walkin' to a blue sky
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| ‘Fetti stardust, shakin' ‘round the shrine lines
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| So far, but it glistens there
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| It’s just like the dream you’ve made
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| Little drummer in a big parade
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| It will eat you whole and bare
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| Paprika, glitch hurts my head, stop trying to get out
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| Pop rocks on tongue, popstar’s dead, so sweet of you to bow
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| Thought you’d be a superstar, diva, march in the parade
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| Lust for sweet gold, tastes so cold when you strip the warms away
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| Split girl monarch, nothing’s real, no hands inside my face |
| Get online and live your lie, passwords too weak to save
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| Steal your shit, you did it wrong, be happy with your name
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| Made of you, you’re made of me, we’re built to be unchanged
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Walkin', now I’m marchin' with a limp, Kaiba, keep up
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| I can’t even kick it with 'em, sick, Kaiba, keep up
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| Through my pockets, for the fix, I need tricks, uh
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| In my ear about a Switch, I need sticks, uh
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| Split girl monarch, nothing’s real, no hands inside my face
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| Get online and live your lie, passwords too weak to save
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| Steal your shit, you did it wrong, be happy with your name
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| Made of you, you’re made of me, we’re built to be unchanged
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| [Outro: sicko}
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| Split girl monarch, nothing’s real, no hands inside my face
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| Get online and live your lie, passwords too weak to save
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| Steal your shit, you did it wrong, be happy with your name |
| Made of you, you’re made of me, we’re built to be unchanged |