To me it's half a simulation
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Empty, a lot of talk
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You know, no action, no new feat
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Baby fuck this runway back
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No one is superior to me
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Respect for people is rank
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what have you become
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Will your tulip season end this summer?
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how many save yourself from me
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They're chained to your mind
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I don't play saz for ignorant
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Our colors are different but the body is made of the same fabric.
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They stork, they'll never know what love is
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They will never love this new me
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They can't pour water on my hand
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I have millions in my name
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When I said I care about numbers
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Then it will multiply in my list, look in my guide, phenomenon friends
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I don't give a fuck about my world
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I got a couple of friends behind me
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I unfollowed everyone, there was a lot of self-interest
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I'm not daddy-stepping, fuck off
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I'm not a fucking phenomenon, fuck off
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I have a record, I can't come, fuck off
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Don't hold hands, fuck you
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What do you sew your soul to me?
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Fuck yourself if you want, what to whom?
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As long as you don't wish for a fuck other than me
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I'm not daddy-stepping, fuck off
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I'm not a fucking phenomenon, fuck off
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I have a record, I can't come, fuck off
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Don't hold hands, fuck you
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What do you sew your soul to me?
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Fuck yourself if you want, what to whom?
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As long as you don't wish for a fuck other than me
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Most of the market carrion also sucks
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My loved ones are always empty
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come on earlier
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Stay at my bottom so you can see the truth
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He says "Lose your mind, go and come"
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Don't tell me "stop" I'm running out of time
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The back kitchen is not what you know
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Come and see, it's taking shit everywhere'
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woe to me but
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Let it enter all slippers like arms
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If there is someone whose heart I broke
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The shards of my heart are sharp as glass
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Tiny hands on the bars on the windows
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where is the sky
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Freedom is in everything you don't know
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Is it possible not to go crazy? |
Not
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Are you all fooled by your infamous market?
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I can't give a fuck about the bitch
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Protect my mind in this cycle, my lord
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Take a piece of paper and scribble in your hand, dad.
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He thinks I'm a money man, look at me.
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Of course, look for a target to the trailer, give me your opponent
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It fell like night, brat in your world
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I'm not daddy-stepping, fuck off
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I'm not a fucking phenomenon, fuck off
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I have a record, I can't come, fuck off
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Don't hold hands, fuck you
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What do you sew your soul to me?
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Fuck yourself if you want, what to whom?
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As long as you don't wish for a fuck other than me
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I'm not daddy-stepping, fuck off
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I'm not a fucking phenomenon, fuck off
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I have a record, I can't come, fuck off
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Don't hold hands, fuck you
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What do you sew your soul to me?
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Fuck yourself if you want, what to whom?
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As long as you don't wish for a fuck other than me |