| Nosebleed
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| Uh, hm
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| It’s Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage
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| Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage, Byrrage
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| Uh
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| I know I’m not the only one smoking hemp (No, I’m not)
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| I could reach in them pockets, where it’s kept, uh
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| No machine behind me, I’m behind it
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| All this got me smoking heavy 'til it’s blindin'
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| Rhino in these veins, buffalo to the plains
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| D.C., that’s my lane, Virginia, I’m born
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| I ain’t Jason, mane, I’m just Sybyr, mane
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| Put together like planes, no corn in my plains
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| Titanium in these brains, sulfur-like chemical
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| Drooling like animal, yogurt like Danimals
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| Titanium in these brains, sulfur-like chemical
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| Drooling like a animal, yogurt like Danimals
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| I know I’m not the only one smoking hemp (No, I’m not, yeah)
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| I could reach in them pockets, where it’s kept, uh (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| No machine behind me, I’m behind it (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| All this got me smoking heavy 'til it’s blinding (Yeah, yeah, blinding) |