| It’s that one type of night with the bright white ice pick
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| Slipped up signature, wrestle till I scribble shit
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| Who in my space smell khaki leather pants?
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| If my brain go missing, I’ll be damned
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| The one ripped by the wind, instant implant
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| How we see what we thought was nothing before
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| Now the lost and the waste can slide beside them
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| Perform the custom of hissing lisp adorn
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| I’ve had a little bit too much
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| Don’t wait for me, I’ll wake up on my own tomorrow
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| I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow
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| Don’t wait up for me, 'cause I’ll be coming home tomorrow
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| I’ll crush a mound up on your birthday cake
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| With your whole family there watching or at your Aunt Viv’s wake
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| Line up some blow on your titties and blow the rest in your face
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| If you’re not turning up, then your whole life’s a disgrace
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| I like the self-destructive girls, where the fucks be all missin'
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| When you get home and I’m high, I don’t wanna hear no bitching
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| This is the modern man, modern plan, future transition
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| Worship the work and the product, American Joy Division
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| I know them and I know what
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| I think I’mma start this up
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| Eagle vs Crows
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| (We all suck, we were born to fuck this up)
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| I know them and I know what
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| I think I’mma start this up
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| Eagle vs Crows
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| (We all suck, we were born to fuck this up)
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| Like the fastest object overgrowth
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| Like a basket robin, egg and yolk
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| I got the bombest little habit, watch my head explode
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| Like the plant lion synthesized this shit
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| I’ve had a little bit too much
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| Don’t wait for me, I’ll wake up on my own tomorrow
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| I took a little medicine, love, to lubricate my flow
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| Don’t wait up for me, 'cause I’ll be coming home tomorrow |