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Fool, your word means shit My eyes, they wander Not a lotta shit left to break inside the mind of acid-whore Swallowing your sister's nightstand might cover up the clogging pores The sound of Master Blaster's tank weapon gun addon, I believe Every single little child can benefit from smoking weed You're filling your pockets with my bones Filling your pockets Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways I don't know much about computers But I know that you look like a child abuser Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways Slow plans, stuck in my bladder, turn yourself sideways Sideways, sideways Move in, take what's not yours Take what I worked for Slow down, stop me now You're tearing apart my soul And lately we should be making me The best type of record for wasting, please Amazing bark is getting dark You know that I know, can ride the arc And lately we should be making me The present elect is a burning tree And you know that I know that I can't be me So I can be you, and well, you can be me I'm a T.O.Y F.O.R you, on my pleasure principle We keep it on the down low, 'cause public eyes are sensible There ain't no outcome without the illusion that I let you in the first place Girl, you know what we're doin', this is dirty sex Back seats, over the tables, under the sheets At the workplace, on the beach, in the hammock where I sleep I know it's your birthday, but could you call me up at 3:30? Damn, okay, where do you want to meet? 'Cause I know the lonely road it took to get there And I believed, I believed it at your lonely word Well, I knew the lonely road it took to get there Yeah, I believed, I believed it in your lost words Well, I know the only road it takes to get there And I only feel it now because I've been there And I know the lonely road it takes to get there And I only feel it now because I've been there Slow down, stop me now You're tearing apart my soul Move in, take what's not yours Take what I worked for (Lame as well as boring) (Lame as well as boring) A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound Capitalize when you dumb it down You defect and I'll be raging on top of my car You defect and I'll be passed out, covered in tar A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound Capitalize when you dumb it down A thinly veiled guise elected for another new sound Capitalize when you dumb it down
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