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All these gadgets on me and I love them so much So much All these gadgets on me and I love them so much Yungster Jack Eat the meat off the bone, I'm aware that it's wrong I'm part of the machine that's eating at your soul You didn't even know that it was on (Jack) She asked me what my hobby was (Jack) (Jack) I said I like to go on walks I'm making money off of songs Playing with my gadgets, fertilizer on the lungs (Jack) I'm a hurt bitch with a bag If you take a L, it's too bad You're so fucking cap, so sad Under pressure, snap in half (Jack) I'm a hurt bitch, oh, man I can't do shit about that Water on me, drying up my hands You should [?] throw it up, bands Fuck what you heard, bitch Pick it in my nose Picky-Picky-Picky bird, bitch Three gadgets on my body, flowers talk dirt, bitch I'm just saying thank you, not tryna flirt, bitch Open up my tool kit Letras de cancionesHey, hurt boy, turn your feelings into love Out on a picnic with aluminum doves This is what happens when you eat all the bugs Reach for the Sun then I come above (Yungster Jack) Fuck it, I'ma eat the meat off the bone And I'm aware that it's wrong I'm part of the machine that's eating at your soul You didn't even know that it was on And she asked me what my hobby was So I said I like to go on walks Hey, I'm making money off of songs Playing with my gadgets, fertilizer on the lungs From Letras Mania