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Trawling on my DM You don't know me though Had you on my lips again You don't know me though I don't need a girlfriend You don't know me though Wrecked another weekend You don't know me though Soft music changes the oxygen from Prestige Bushwick Streets Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be No gentrificating of Graffiti worship of summer love, our love It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges I liberated you twice You don't know me though You've become my only vice You don't know me though I don't want to be nice You don't know me though I'm a, I'm a sacrifice You don't know me though I fell abandoned when you nurse my on my swerve Letras de cancionesI made my antigen being your loyal perv I became a holiday I need you to observe I gave you devotion that I'm hoping you deserve I guess redemption is my ultimate turn-on This reclamation has got me trying to prove That knee-down our insides have found the groove Got to win Soft music changes the oxygen from Prestige Bushwick Streets of White flight in reverse on the crests of their vaporwave An intersectional highs And then, then, then your so patient lows It's hard to stop the impact of one's offensive ways Soft music changes the oxygen from Prestige Bushwick Streets Reflexively retching Anglo influx though there will be No gentrificating of Graffiti worship of summer love It's hard to stop the triggering of one's self-destructive urges Purgatory in hearts filled up by Juno's portraits of the Jovian sky Purgatory in hearts filled up by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory in hearts filled up by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory in hearts filled up by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky Purgatory in hearts filled up by Juno's photos of the Jovian sky From Letras Mania