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"That's it" Until my tensions Feed me, I'm fucking hungry Degrade me I want my gun back Like the fucking resume Experience credentials Experience the process People freaking every day White lights Sitting inside And you get sicker than another little pecker Than a Blasphemy Hold me, I'm so pathetic And study, all the sudden Baby, suddenly find her Daddy, exploring only Like the fucking resume Experience potentials Experience the process People freaking every day Letras de cancionesWhite lights Sitting inside And you get sicker than another little pecker Burn me It's to potentially grade me I'm fucking hungry Feed me, the wells of comfort Exzume me I want my complex back A wicked man Picked off the scabs and fed them To the pigeons Help him, he is so cornered Kill him, your mercy whore will Lights are fucking around with me Experience potentials Experience the process People freaking every day White lights Really inside And you get sicker than ahhhhhhh Help me, fucking hoses Help me, until my tensions Graise me, I'm really hungry To gravy, I want my complex back "Thank you and, good night" From Letras Mania