| It’s fighting murder, inside of the shoreline
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| Sense of… never taste it before
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| Fell through the floor, I hit my ceiling
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Cloud couple lands was clearly in few
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| My magic bullet was bloats and the blues
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| Fell through the floor, bounced off the ceiling
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| Both through the door, out of my head
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| …motion through my wind
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| Away to move through the mound of dislike
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| Throw myself out, on to your bald sense
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| Down what y’all did was in self defense
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| Fel through the floor, I hit my ceiling
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Believe me, well I’m
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Well I’m
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Out of my debt, on my head
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| Believe me
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| Out of my debt, on my head. |