| Why should I? |
| Be motivated
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| To conform to a new way of thinking as if mine is broke
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| Take it like a joke, but it works just fine
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| Call me the punch-line now for few more times
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| In my expanse I’m senseless, to ridicule that’s relentless
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| Let’s re-event this antagonistic norm patterns
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| Cut along the dotted line discard the anit matter
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| From the scissiors just like the drama in strain
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| The sickness that come around us and seperate the flock in grain
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| I’m insane so refrain from medicine
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| That curbs and arrange your ears off
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| Down with reflection in perception of normal scene
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| Sweater vent with the khakis
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| Greedy american morderous thoughts of glory
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| I’ve been afflicted to swallow bullets and spit braid
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| In a mix, original recipe of change
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| Don’t go!
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| Thinking you’re changing me
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| I know I’m crazy
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| But it’s the price we pay for livin' this way
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| Don’t go!
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| Thinking you’re changing me
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| I know I’m crazy
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| I’m havin' way too much for fittin' insane
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| I’m a noose swingin', maniac bringin' back that feelin'
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| Everybody’s been lookin' for that attack speakin'
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| Spading you out like a chiropractic back treatment
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| Just to leave you flat out your head leakin'
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| Disperse get away from me, I’m not lookin' to hurt
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| But that’s the way it works from livin' dangerously
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| Outta the ordinery, honorary I’m just outta my fucking gord
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| Extension cord you from the backseat
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| Pissin' em all of, even if villains won’t beef
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| So I let em off eat it outta the sawed off
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| Sixteen bars and one beat deck
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| Seventeen way I gotta axe em out of the car seat
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| Eighteen reasons for you to pretend
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| I make believe it’s all a dream and I split you in half
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| Now there’s a bloodbath waitin', it’s outta my mind
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| Making me cross a line, fuck if you lost a life
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| Yo, maybe I could fit in, maybe if I didn’t sin
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| Maybe I would be a good recruit for that old boot camp
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| Rob a stand for approval, everyone’s in need of
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| I need none of this, not an atheist or scientologist
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| Scientifically hidden in with a dose of humanology
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| So enemy flood skip thee apologies, stupid is and stupid does
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| You never get it outta me
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| I got a locker nobody knows around
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| Not even my doctor can figure it out
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| Now let me tell you a secret screaming it loud
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| I’m a fucking psychopath bloody and proud
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| Now look inside of the basement of my house
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| Just pass the sewer door, lights out
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| Cobwebs and metaphors, fight rounds
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| Whole lookin' for something more, then I shout |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Never Get It Outta Me , by - Twiztid. Song from the album American Psycho Tour Exclusive, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп