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- I’ve got a really bad disease
That’s why I got this punishment
I see the sickness force increase
But no one really pays my brain’s rent
And when I finally cough blood
I feel their sympathies in souls
I know that I did break the code
Now fucking questioning just rules… them
Curiosity, super ability, part of identity, no I’m not psycho
A walking rumor, no sense of humor, you know that you’re my, my love, my Michael
A super lightning, it was so frightening, that you were fighting against the air
From your head blood runs, I still have eight guns, I still have 8th chance, just like funfair!
Just allowed them to fucking confide
All I got was fucking undelight
Then they drowned me like a fucking tide
I will never ever fucking hide
I’m Turbo cause I’m looking for the happiness
“Don’t trouble trouble till trouble troubles you”
When will end this fucking mess?
Put your hands in the air while I’m playing saxophone for you
Wolf sitting here, but don’t come near, cause words of cheer, will make her spiky
Like a hedgehog, like a rage frog, like a huge fog, or even Mickey
A super lightning, it was so frightening, that you were fighting against the air
From your head blood runs, I still have eight guns, I still have 8th chance, just like funfair!
A water bootleg, nightless boutique
Walking under silver moon
You’ve been captured by your snapchat
Dancing under silver moon
A water bootleg, nightless boutique
Walking under silver moon
You’ve been captured by your snapchat
Dancing under silver moon