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And say...

to the ceiling
All for the of plugs, squealing 'ugh', healing
No Timberland turf
You're too for this, award-winning awkwardness
You walking off the office with
In the rims with friends and state trials and Paypals
In nondescript homes in
In sub-divided neighbourhoods, floors made of solid wood

In roofs of clay tiles sits a million dollars
Said I tried but the old me it
Exactly how you I'd do it
All my brothers, I would love to paint 'em
the movement and assassinate the music
Exaggerate the ass and face masturbate to it
The constituency brilliant but the candidates are
I'm too to ask for nudes
But way too not to pursue it...

(Maybe)
you feel me when I...
Feel me I say (Feel me when I say)
don't kill me
Gets me the day (Gets me through the day)

to the horses, made her porous
Absorbing up the pork, made 'em
of rape, made 'em informant
Fully shroomed in the motel waiting to torment
Never trust a dope fiend with hopes and dreams
Let 'em play in museums with the dead bodies and broken
What happens when the barons meet the coca kings
And they it into space

to be in place
At the parent teacher
With hallucinations in her face
The cleaning crazy
She say she got a demon in the
But its eating the back
And soon be leaving through the
The shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a toddler
That watch a oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?"
Maybe a multi-million dollar launderer
Who fucked the cartels so bad, she court on the monitor

(Maybe)
Maybe you feel me I...
me when I say (Feel me when I say)
Whatever kill me
Gets me through the day (Gets me the day)

Bad trippin' the tenderloin
Slimmer that a to enter coins to let a nigga join
A figure skater Michelle Kwan
Aluminum illuminated to a hail ice
Then hold onto it the Elron device
Then the audition
To the hands sided in maelstrom's position
Street sales in comparison to
the Scottsdale bail bonds
It's trappin' out the pawn shop

Gettin' close to the magic the wrappin' on the wand box
Third layer the wave
And grant last prayers and first favours from the grave
To crack the pipes like icy nights and turn into slaves
Politics fevers
To punish
Adjudicate the and stop the ring leaders
The Geese Howards and Ghidorahs
Cook E in the family tree for steam

(Maybe)
Maybe you me when I...
Feel me when I say (Feel me I say)
don't kill me
Gets me through the day (Gets me the day)