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Dry crossing up the holy five hate Your cousin is my hobby free throw I'd toss my calling card but I'd hate to make a baby feel slow Nope, bro, there's lots of answers to shit Like the numbing that you feel is real, then pain grows You'll get for what you asked Patience is the lane I mate with case closed If I fall, will you be there to catch me now? Catch me now or... If I fall, will you be there to show me how Show me how I've fallen? All cranky in a blanket with a lazy eye Same pigeon that was shitting on the other guy Why yo fitness need a witness? I too can cook a bunch of little meals Friend, make my life I picked 'em up and clipped their hype Its was the tamest type the little bitch couldn't listen I flipped it up and twisted night Into a padded white room Bitch named "Kristen" I will run laps around you, around you Go on, try, tug me back to you, but I'll fly Letras de cancionesGuess they were right No way to drag your body and make up the time So I'll focus on mine, not gonna hold me down I'm leaving you behind Won't say that you're better Won't sell you a better lie Won't tell you etcetera Won't say that you're doing fine if your life never turns around And if you should die tomorrow or the week after next I know that I will be safe and sound I won't be there cleaning up all the mess I felt my body craving the oxygen from ancient wasteland aching I wanna be the man with the bacon Make a light reveal the only stake in Fakeness, fucked From Letras Mania