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• Artiste: Secret Band
• Titre: Do It Again
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Fuck my spine, I crack my back all the time I don't need your shit advice on my issues I can do research, you can buy t-shirts Every interaction's an interview Bore me death Verbally sucking the soul out my chest I should do meth Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed I blew the gasket off my top dome, ouch Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds? I'm in a rhythm omelette I feel so egg I put some mustard on it Sign this leg The more I can stand, the more I can do Follow the plan, show them its proof Some of your fans are evil and cruel I can stay bad, or I can get good I shove it the background Listening to wack sound Acid dope brap villiain Taking over fat buildings Slipping through the cracks Engrossed in those traumatic flashbacks I feel myself like I've been pushing a clown all around every town I guess I hustled for this dead-eyed look And if a cooler breeze might pass me buy I would lie and let you know that I live for this It's a bitch and a trip A wet kiss on the lips And you can flip off the kids And you can make your dick hurt You can be grateful and hateful Still make it all work Fuck my spine, I crack my back all the time I don't need your shit advice on my issues I can do research, you can buy t-shirts Every interaction's an interview Bore me death Verbally sucking the soul out my chest I should do meth Tell everyone in the world that I'm blessed I blew the gasket off my top dome, ouch Is there somewhere to live that's higher than the clouds? It's a bitch and a trip A wet kiss on the lips And you can flip off the kids And you can make your dick hurt I think I'm a douche I don't even care if you like what I do I think I'm a fluke I feel like a circus, I'm dropping the nuke I'm acting on cravings Digging a hole, burying my fear Sad bored to enable Make unstable to get somewhere different from here Dead silent when I'm wrapped in rage Sloppy in the body, getting hard to gauge How many times will I fight the feeling I can do it again I can go back in How does one get out of that? Around the whole deal I want my pattern back I know how I feel How does one get out of that? Around the whole deal I want my pattern back I know how I feel