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Shoot Frank (Explicit) - Cage/Daryl Palumbo |
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Ne last vein to poke made it too dark to see this |
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Scenery slips then line up to go in the ground and leave us |
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So repeat this till I'm sick and I won't feed this |
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To my little girl who kept me in this world to beat this |
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As a little kid taught to follow Jesus |
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Get to the front of the line I'm bein' lead by elitists |
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So when I speak words that I don't mean |
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It's like I'm only in a cloud to wonder what serene is |
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Unable to wake and delete the reasons |
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Or be the same bed I made up to sleep with demons |
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Whether sick sane of a pattern repeated |
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If I spit pain I knew how to relieve it |
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If at sixteen I had started to treat it |
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Till my sh*t change whether or not I would need it |
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To trace back to the face before the fetus |
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If the departure was wrong from the gate then she is |
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Trigger finger itch |
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The son of a snitch |
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I'm the rat's favorite son |
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Last to pal and cut |
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Slit to bleed the rust |
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By the last heart I've won |
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We roll under covers waiting |
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I've tied off a limb debating |
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If all of the names forsaken |
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Spell out what I'm takin' |
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Watching the skin pop |
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I would do anything to |
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Tell you why I've been late to |
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Fix up my head and escape to |
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Where I can rest my eyes |
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The sun says wake up with a beam in my eyes |
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Clutchin' the bed like she's still by my side part of me died |
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Even when I prescribed still just to be ostracized |
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'Cuz she don't really know if she wants to ride or drive |
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While no nooses long enough to hang my excuses |
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Whether I'm dead gun to my head or reclusive |
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The end is close almost no need for money |
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Yet when I wished for death nobody took my life from me |
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If I cannot see what's right in front of me |
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And the lights on there still wouldn't be enough to leave |
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I fixed me when I broke the aggression |
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But I'm still attracted to my beautiful depression |
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If I felt emotions I learned to suppress 'em |
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Till I'm ready to sleep I'll have found a place to rest then |
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No thanks to angst I learned my lesson |
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And can erase the face that can't answer the questions |
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Trigger finger itch the son of a snitch |
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I'm the rat's favorite son |
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And by the time I'm back |
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That heart that beats so black |
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Let it shine like his gun |
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We roll under covers waiting |
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I've tied off a limb debating |
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If all of the names forsaken |
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Spell out what I'm taking |
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Watching the skin pop |
