| Broke this off
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| Broke some more
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| Belly of the beast
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| Nothing to pour, crushed by the world
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| Pull me by the chain, pull me up on a shore
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| You sought me
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| Now you bleed
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| They keep me aggravated, handle of my sword is gold and nickel-plated
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| Mostly hated, only wind will kiss me call her straight razor
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| Underrated, well-debated on which is the greatest song
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| Heavy weighted, put the kettle on til I’m dead and gone
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| Slaughter the piteous, death is upon you it is so insidious
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| You cannot ever get rid of it
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| I saw my soul and I thought it was hideous
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| Timmy Turner with the blanco
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| Keep a burner in the poncho
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| Swing my sword up off a bronco
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| Fear is nothing till I’m gonzo
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| Dippin into 'em oblivious
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| I’ll show you god in a mortal experience
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| Oh what a pretty deliverance
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| I am the one that has earned all my reverence
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| Count all my hits on a paper
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| Snow on the back and a blood on the blazer
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| I got issues with behaviour
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| Panty raider stay addicted to flavour
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| They place a prism round a soul that has no symmetry
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| It fills my belly full of pins and powdered memories
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| I am ungrateful for life
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| I thought life was a glitch
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| Found my purpose in revenge
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| I bet life is a bitch
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| I seem to yearn for the end
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| I hold my purpose within
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| And what they take is all yours
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| Caught in, method
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| Marlon Brando
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| Acting stupid
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| Acting lucid
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| Memory lane, I’m off my face
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| Memory lane, I’m off my face
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| Caught in, method
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| Daniel Day-Lewis
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| Rolling Pirelli
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| Tender nuance
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| Memory lane, I’m off my face
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| Roll up, face numb
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| Fuck that, break down
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| Why the fuck you think we don’t sleep for?
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| We tryna make something out of dirt bruh
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| I’m in a private with the wings clipped
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| I’m tryna get rich or die trying
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| On my rap shit, I get it packed in
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| And tell the whole world that I might jump
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| Tell the whole crowd if they want something
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| Like no joke, they can come and get it
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| Imma kill the kid like a kamikaze
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| Keep the sirens running like a paramedic
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| All these women getting sentimental
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| But the time is press on my patience
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| All these women tryna get ahead
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| But my mind is set on my fate
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| A fucking mess and I can’t see it how it used to be
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| Like everybody’s either needing or they using me
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| I press that liquid through my liver Marty told me to
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| I swallow quick and hope I’m sick before I’m overdue
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| Set in stone is just a fucking saying
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| We all tell ourselves just to keep the peace
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| I ain’t take a book straight off the shelf
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| Since I was 17 and a better me
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| Yeah we fire and stone like a mason
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| Stay cutting bars like a sadist
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| Cause I’m ready now just like a method actor
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| Better shoot me up in a panoramic
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| I seem to yearn for the end
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| I hold my purpose within
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| And what they take is all yours
|
| Caught in, method
|
| Marlon Brando
|
| Acting stupid
|
| Acting lucid
|
| Memory lane, I’m off my face
|
| Memory lane, I’m off my face
|
| Caught in, method
|
| Daniel Day-Lewis
|
| Rolling Pirelli
|
| Tender nuance
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| Memory lane, I’m off my face |