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And say...

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

In roofs of clay tiles sits a couple 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 ruthless not to it...

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

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

Seem to be in
At the parent conference
With hallucinations screaming in her
The cleaning lady
She say she got a demon in the
But its eating the back
And soon be leaving through the
The holla'er shouts, "Who's bright to pay a toddler
watch a ghoulish oxycontin gobbler on Hanukkah?"
Maybe a Phoenix-based dollar launderer
Who fucked the cartels so bad, she attended on the monitor

(Maybe)
you feel 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)

Bad through the tenderloin
Slimmer that a slot to enter coins to let a nigga
A figure skater like Michelle
Aluminum illuminated to a bomb ice
Then onto it like the Elron device
Then the audition
To the poor hands sided in maelstrom's
sales in comparison pale to
the Scottsdale bonds commission
It's like out the pawn shop

Gettin' close to the magic the wrappin' on the wand box
layer from the wave
And grant absurd last and first favours from the grave
To crack the like icy nights and turn mayors into slaves
Politics bring
To dealers
Adjudicate the Johnsons and the ring leaders
The Geese Howards and King
Cook E in the family tree for fevers

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