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And say...

to the ceiling
All for the love of plugs, 'ugh', healing
No more Timberland
too soft for this, award-winning awkwardness
You walking off into the with
In the rims with friends and like trials and Paypals
In nondescript in Arizona
In sub-divided neighbourhoods, floors made of solid wood

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

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

to the horses, made her body
Absorbing up the pork, 'em enormous
of rape, made 'em informant
Fully shroomed in the motel room to torment
Never trust a dope fiend your hopes and dreams
Let 'em play in with the dead bodies and broken things
What happens when the sugar barons the coca kings
And they beam it into

Seem to be in
At the parent teacher
With hallucinations screaming in her
The cleaning crazy
She say she got a in the safe
But its through the back
And soon be leaving through the
The holla'er shouts, "Who's bright enough to pay a
That watch a ghoulish oxycontin on Hanukkah?"
Maybe a Phoenix-based multi-million dollar
Who fucked the so bad, she attended court on the monitor

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

Bad through the tenderloin
Slimmer a slot to enter coins to let a nigga join
A skater like Michelle Kwan
Aluminum illuminated to a hail ice
Then hold it like 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 like out the pawn shop

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

(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)