I just want to spit
On your f*cking name
Get out of my head
Or I'll piss you out
You ugly shit
You got sick skin
Burn like tomorrow
Smells like tomorrow
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Hold on to what you own
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Grab your shoes we're going home
We're going home
I'm sick and tired of all this flashy shit
Give me a stick and I'm happy with it
The ground speaks to me
I'm not insane I swear it
Just believe in these words of mine
I never meant to hurt you
Yeah I did
Yes I did
Yeah I did
Shit
I just want to spit
On your f*cking name
Get out of my head
Or I'll piss you out
You ugly shit
You got sick skin
Burn like tomorrow
Smells like tomorrow
Lies
Nice shoes
Nice face
Could have sworn he was married
Spit
Take my regards to the depths
Or at least tell your wife about me
Just believe in these words of mine
I never meant to hurt you
Spit
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Hold on to what you own
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Grab your shoes we're going home