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Waiting around for these late arrivals Might see me buzzing with a couple dozen disciples f**k your golden age And your tributes and revivals Sick to f**king death check the pulse, non-vitals Lend me your ears, send me your eyeballs You can keep you trophies Crowns, belts and your titles I'm with a couple of young, dumb and excitables Who love that oily sh*t that come wetter than their vagina walls That's great but can you blow my f**king mind girl? Given legs and wings You'd reckon it could fly well? Had a couple drinks to let time tell Next thing you know... Now I'm high as well Well, well Might as well, might as well She know what she's doing And she fine as hell, fine as hell Now it's on a plate And she ain't tryna sell, tryna sell I close the deal but I be leaving by myself, yeahh Who am I? Who am I? Who am I? Going at it like it's do or die, do or die Yeah I'm just trying to unify, unify And have a little dance before I'm dead I'm in outer space flowing How's the nose you cut off Just to spite your face going? Couldn't even light it up with flames blowing Kinda leaves a funny taste, don't it? Of course, how you'd expect, like sh*t Suffering's the currency of life That's why I quit It's how it's always ever been, I've never fit Tell that b*t*h I'll be back in a bit Or probably not
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