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Yeah, been doing this for many moons (Too many)
All your idols walk behind the line of rented goons
Living in a coal fire, cooking in the engine room
Sprigs of lemon, thyme and basil stuffed inside his exit wounds
Foaming at the mouth (That's butter), Jesus, that's a lot of froth
I just want your aura and a border I can hop across
A couple former angels in the kitchen suck their shottas off
A little hits of brown, I hit the
Town and chew my collar off (Finally)
Unleashed, the sky is mine again
City full of spiderwebs, killer whales, mice and men
I still have visions (Still), we're all the villains, why pretend?
He tried to snip your tongue and bomb
Your yard, I'll met a violent end (Damn)
Mr Barker, we've arrived to stitch your lips together
We turn the tables, I will strip your leaky little ship of treasure
Come and share some shots and I'll convince you you can live forever
Now your demons spin on stripper
Poles for your twisted pleasure (Yeah)
Yeah, now let's wrestle
Snap a couple limbs to the deafening death metal
We send debt to every dealer, spending every red shekel
'Til his soul snuck out his body searching for its next vessel
So tell me, where's my mind, where's my mind now?
Lose it every time, every time now
I'm going crazy, me he vuelto loco
I'm really facing this poco a poco
I'm turning gold todo lo que toco
I have to breathe porque me sofoco
Y ya ni enfoco, I'm really losing it, me descoloco
Mateo y Jake, counterfeits desenmascarando fakes
We abusing like police in the United States
Motherfuckers always wanna hate
Trajeron opiniones muertas, but it's too late
You better move your fucking ass
Si no te quedarás donde estás y no avanzarás jamás
Inhalando gas y fumando jazz, estoy buscando paz
Yo sé que recoges lo que sembras
Take it easy porque el viento lo hace tan difícil
No quiero Yeezys, voy sin Yisus, nunca he sido dócil
Yo vi la crisis y al final encontrarás mi fósil
¿Cuánto tiempo habrá pasado en el espacio inmóvil?
Nada se deshace, hermano, y ya no queda opción
Los alucinógenos crearon distorsión
De la realidad, mi calidad gravitación
Y deseche los medios para la meditación
Yeah, now let's wrestle
Snap a couple limbs to the deafening death metal
We send debt to every dealer, spending every red shekel
'Til his soul snuck out his body searching for its next vessel
So tell me, where's my mind, where's my mind now?
Lose it every time, every time now
-Suppose you loved somebody
Somebody who did something bad
And only you knew
Would you keep it secret?
-Well, good friends generally try to stand by one another
-But what if it were something real, real bad?
-Real, real bad like what?