| Infinite content |
| Guardrails, paper thin |
| Quality content |
| Whisper sweet nothings |
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| I spill my shame in a microphone |
| Trying to outrun the undertones |
| Fighting the instinct to die alone |
| Yeah |
| Got to get my feet back off the pavement, ah |
| Only way to save me is a clever line |
| Reading to discover how to change my mind |
| Praying that I won't dissolve in space and time |
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| Can we put the pieces back together |
| Can we make some beauty under pressure now |
| Yeah |
| I keep my family close when they need me the most |
| And as my rivals choke |
| We put the pieces back together |
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| I got a beautiful wife at home |
| I got a claim to the Pearson throne |
| Trust me I ain't doing this alone |
| Yeah |
| You don't wanna be there when I make my move to take it all |
| When you got put up for that fake shit, nah |
| You've been lying to your better comrades, huh |
| Acting like you belong at their table, nah |
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| Can we put the pieces back together |
| Can we make some beauty under pressure now |
| Yeah |
| I keep my family close when they need me the most |
| And as my rivals choke |
| We put the pieces back together |
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| Did you feel evil at all |
| When you stabbed me in the back |
| Do you feel humbled at all |
| Knowing you're a pompous hack |
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| Can we put the pieces back together |
| Can we make some beauty under pressure now |
| Yeah |
| I keep my family close when they need me the most |
| And as my rivals choke |
| We put the pieces back together |
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