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a little bit tuff but still tasty
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Blood moon in the sky in the summer Bodied at night in the suburbs The gas in my stomach is trying to fight (JabariOnTheBeat) I'm the body on top of the water (Yeah) My belly expands 'til it's sundered Oh, you try and make search for my scribbles The passage of time wipe them off of the walls in the harbour But my scratches remain in the shower My cup about to fill me with power You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end How ungrateful of you for the hour I'm still locked in the basement in rags They clipped through my ear with a tag Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that 'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that When blue in the toes, where do we go? The dead only know, let's keep it like that It happened again, oh, it happened again She couldn't care, 'cause it won't bring him back This is the sailor's song, while he picks through the cargo of flesh farms It's not a job for the stomachless, no, but it's a paying one You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end How upsetting of you for the hour I'm still locked in the basement in rags They clipped through my ear with a tag Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that 'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that And you weren't exempt, I saw the action, the outcome is yours to adapt to You aren't subtracted from violence and I hope that you bleed too, you're a target and I am a menace VS my francophone Hennessy We all would torture our enemy And why were you taking me serious? Course I am, but you all took it wrong You're not the first tryna get me gone I can't be killed by something worded strong You gotta pull up and let it rock I know you my son but you fled the sock Oh, I'm so sorry you're going through it So am I, nut up and face the music It's better than being a failure 'Cause anyone is everyone's calibre for real You promised, you promised but f**ked it all up in the end How obnoxious of you for the hour I'm still locked in the basement in rags They clipped through my ear with a tag Pick me apart with the fine kitchenware, at least honour me after the grave with that 'Cause I'll reconsider the pain for that
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