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I've got style I work harder than anyone And I can do it while I'm having fun Yeah I’m a get, I’m a get, I’m a get get better I want to be I want to be somebody I’m gonna be somebody, I'm gonna be somebody Now, now, slow your roll Keep your head low Your life is a joke Don't make this awkward Lay back in the fold Can't make it alone You're too fucking old Don't make this awkward Now and then, I get a little bit full of myself And start dreaming, I can't help it But you're a friend You keep my feet on the ground and my head out of the clouds Show me how to doubt myself And who knows where I'd be without you Letras de cancionesNow, now, slow your roll Keep your head low Your life is a joke Don't make this awkward Lay back in the fold Can't make it alone You're too fucking old Don't make this awkward Cry, mine is mine, I clamp my head in the crease Of a familiar smell, I think the tree is a thief I’m frying everything that incubates and ever was Simmer fifteen rips, before I croak and die I flipped that maggot out I sniffed that dragon’s brow I say I’m feeling when everyone is on my side We think we’re relevant hey, we think we’re being admired It’s slipping into this All of you, all the heads, inside the hole of cause We’re getting intimate It’s a flu, in a vein How do we disconnect from the arm Am I a fool not to run? Your nicotine in my lungs How can I trust anyone but you? The belief is a burden and a crop Now the dream is only a memory Now, now, slow your roll Keep your head low Your life is a joke Don't make this awkward Lay back in the fold Can't make it alone You're too fucking old Don't make this awkward From Letras Mania