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Woah, shoot |
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Oh yeah, why don't you shoot? |
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Yeah, shoot |
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Oh yeah! |
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Indian Billy simple sin scratches across my skin |
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Soft gravel scratches cross my skin |
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It ain't love, baby, that makes this martyr grin |
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Simply sick, where Billy's been |
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Oh my soul, there's a hole |
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Oh, my soul. |
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Sending psychic messages you can't even hear |
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From my dumb mouth to your deaf ear |
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Sugar spit sentiment never even meant |
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We've all dragged our Jesus hair around |
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Oh my soul, there's a hole |
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Oh, my soul |
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dust cake boy, boy, boy |
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Woah he wavers me something |
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God he wavers me something |
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God he ****s real mean |
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Mean |
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She screams out your name cause she sweats to be me |
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Has a crystalline ***** made of mint julep tea |
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You're staring at something you're never gonna see.. |
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Take your small eyes away from me |
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Oh, my soul. There's a hole |
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Oh my soul dust cake boy |
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boy |
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boy |
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Woah |
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Woah he ****s real mean |
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He ****s mean |
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He ****s mean... |
