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Cock blocks needa fantasize, bout turning they fumbling hands into an enterprise
So sad the way you sit this one... out
Must have synonyms, must be genuine, bat thwack medicine, coaching a leopard
Egg yolk citizen, bird fuck specimen, dump truck ligament, of prison bar mitzvah

Why won't it go, Light my flow, grow a road, slopin mode,
Undulating curtain glow
Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn
Crack its shell, coat it chrome, grope a node, broke the code
Evolution help me cope
Black shade sheep creep through the dome
Blowing out fire cones
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It gets it when it needs it
It needs it when it needs it

Obliferous, gentery,
Smecterbice, ahpurgikaw
Combuchinee, arkinade, shargenol, bergentibrock

Squirmin in the camper, grabbin furry eyes, lettin out the scampi, bourbon dick no rise
Put em in the slammer, put em in the fire, fresh roasted, head in thighs

Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars, and ask the one's who's held responsible, why planets spin like art.
Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve, a machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards. The invention.

I believe in reading, no I believe in shopping, no I believe in eating every single topping
Slit wrist, suck dick, drink piss, saved by idols

Why won't it go, Light my flow, grow a road, slopin mode
Undulating curtain glow
Plaque laced teeth weep till they worn
Crack its shell, coat it chrome, grope a node, broke the code
Evolution help me cope
Black shade sheep creep through the dome
Blowing out fire cones

Put me in another place where I can wave at passing stars, and ask the one's who's held responsible, why planets spin like art.
Drop an obelisk on top of men and teach them how to carve, a machine that sees the flaws to make circles out of shards.
Swirling into seven rows, elements ascension, soaking through the zone, facet of the syndrome, sickness in the head, the patterns dead, the light is red, the path is known, crack weight, black shade sheep creep through the dome, broke.

Writer(s): William Swan, Jonathan Mess, Martin Bianchini, Jordan Mccoy, Matthew Mingus

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