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Raw, I'm to give it to you
With no
Raw like Aesop rock iron-fisted list militia
While bent bone grown community
Spit a thousand and 1 to cripple the continuity
Tap builds character
Right I irrigate it straight to
You to do the same? Fine
These pretty profit grommet teams solidify the clot to slippery salt piston pump drain
But hold those console with the Russian roulette baboon spin-off
Where everyday a thousand pray for empty chambers
buckle
Five Sixths sweat bullets trying to it subtle
But get you (I'm going to get you)
rope bridge
Broke tired of dry land
But duck skull stepping-stones suit the mix-down
Well, when the rumor spreads that stupid
I'll be the cat with guilty look on face and shirt that reads: I do it!
Is it on, is it beyond
it ice grill you or is every song faceless?
Does it have a title? If didn't would you it?
Does it babble about nothing like a drunken
We run that Orwells '84 war
For the 1 on 1 z-tour
he try and fidgets with his or her own work spear specifics
Swerve around the kisses
See if the venom this vision
I'm going to suck the poison out and it
Stole my sneakers but your features fit in
Servers you right for to walk a mile outside your limits
I'm going to tiptoe this yo-yo string
Until you walk the dog out under my feet and skip town, sit down

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom

Earth to a-r vertical has increased at an alarming rate
Bliss is down a
Murder up, glee and still falling
crawling out of bed at 2 on Saturdays
Came this blind confessional
back; let a heart thump echo normalcy for 10
Let the burner boiling point descend
I race the derby in the heat (strike personal)
Strike space with the most utterly putrid version of grace
the gimmick, sit and fidget
While we try and jump hoops
Like Island freak show midgets
Want to be a fighter
Driving that early Wright brothers experiment
model fossil
Sit and sweat on a console
Busting dirt bike donuts
Outside the most ridiculous tongue brain silo
Dead before the debutaunt conquered the high note
Schooled by the cruel intention pensive sideshow
See to popular certainty
I advance without an earthly poem
And dance on a handful of fans
Holding every chance to own the I roam
With dome in
Truly be its only camper with the scrap heap
See I myself it's on
Therefore it is and the settles
Beneath the fact that I'm just spitting for kids
I tried to get all open
And I quit and said I didn't care
Thats they all threw their hands in the air

(Chorus)
It goes boom boom