Correction Paroles There ain’t enough room in this town for the both of us, partner par Softheart

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Paroles

Yeah
I don't blow up, but I blow this pack
Make hits like I'm dumping out trash
This year I was wearing a mask
Next year, I'll be all over the map
Mach 6 when I pull out the trap
Big cliffs on my finer bag
I'll be going the same place as my last
Only difference, I upgraded my stats

And it's still getting colder, yeah
In my brain, like a [?]
Throwing fires in a cul-de-sac
We don't care where we're going, yeah
I was so much bolder then
But now I know, I'm in no demand
Woke up and I buy me a towel
Now life looking like Bordеrlands
I just really don't understand
Thesе boys rapping in Comic Sans
Face down, looking at my hands
Face down, stuck inside of a trance
I guess I'm the goddamn man
'Cause I don't see no one doing a thing
No, me and them got no common threats
Nothing common about common sense
In a lockdown, no code red
In a lockdown, no code red
I'm all straight now, no, I'm set
no Boba Fett

Yeah
I don't blow up, but I blow this pack
Make hits like I'm dumping out trash
This year I was wearing a mask
Next year, I'll be all over the map

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