| I need pharmaceuticals just to get my cuticles done
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| I’ve been running from the moon since I got burned by the sun
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| Your face brand new but your smile is gone
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| (Smile is gone, smile is gone)
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| Oh, welcome to my circus
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| Another praise without a purpose
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| Holy Spirit, I can feel it in my cervix
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| But they wanna shut me down like my pussy’s fucking worthless
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| Okay, bitch, I don’t know what to say, bitch
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| If you really care about another man sucking dick
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| Then you might be gay, bitch
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| Sunset, hot as hell
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| Blunts goin' round like a carousel
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| Blunts goin' round like a windmill
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| Oh, it’s gettin' sticky like caramel
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| I’m in
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| Gimme that gun, I’ma hold it
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| Push it, squeeze it, pull it
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| Bad habits, I just can’t control 'em
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| Fuck power, fuck you, it’s me
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| I’m up to everything you wanna believe
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| Reasons for the milk, no cookies
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| Season’s night out, you a fuckin' rookie
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| Oh, my mind’s gettin' violent
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| It only multiplies in the silence
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| Give you a fist full of violets
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| Then watch 'em blossom underneath your eyelids
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| If my skin was any darker they’d be spillin' my blood
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| But I don’t need to swallow my drugs
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| Funny how religion’s so selective with love
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| It’s so selective with love
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| Sunset, hot as hell
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| Blunts goin' round like a carousel
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| Blunts goin' round like a windmill
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| Oh, it’s gettin' sticky like caramel
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| You gonna be yourself tonight
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| Most people don’t know how to do that
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| You can just be your worst tonight
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| Baby, that’s who we are
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| In fact, I’ll punch the mirror, I’ve kissed it
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| I’ve said goodbye and never missed it
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| And you should
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| (You should) |