| 'Ringe
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| Yeah, oh God
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| People don’t like what they don’t fucking like, dawg
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| Naw, they only like that dumb shit, you feel me, nigga?
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Ayy, ayy, uh-uh, uh-uh, uh-uh
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| Dark like a cloud in the Faust of the night
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| The mist of the night, whatever it is
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| Breathing in, chemicalize, suffocating, fuck all this shit
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| What do you wanna do? |
| Not what is cool to do
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| Fuck all these social rules, weird is the new taboo
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| Fuck 'em, I bust through the roof
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| Drown all these fuckers like «Oops»
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| Smelling the blood in my nose
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| Dipping my fingers in roses
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| Sending me links to the bullshit
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| Reported for fucking with brain cells
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| Live in the woods like the new hell
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| Nothing to do except rebel, welp
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| Pulsing through the rain between the valley like I like it
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| Fuck what you want, I don’t like these new tyrants
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| Washed out like an old color
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| Motherfucker, you ain’t got no vibrance
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| Raping everything around me
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| I don’t give a fuck, nigga, not going silent |