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: It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're

See I got a little bit of a problem Back where I come from Feels like five people in my population And no one ever leaves there I'm gonna be the first

It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're physical

It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're physical

It seems so clinical; the things we do are minimal. Half-heart smiles and token wit, But we're not saying shit. Our eyes bat back and forth, we're physical

: Sin poder tomar decisi?n sin tener oportunidad victimario de un cazador eres premio para un mortal corran, paren, carguen, tiren gritos, risas que

your heads 'till your necks are breaking Shake your heads - cry out as loud as you can Shake your heads 'till your brains are burning Shake Your heads

: Say what you say or just sail away She can't stand me but I miss her face I feel like drownin' but the tides too low And now I'm waiting for the undertow

: Well it's that dirty stylee wicked and wiley Come to my place you know we get irie. Give me shit I ain't takin' none. Been up two days know I'm on