.[Verse 1]
I'm on the guests list down the Pollsberry Grand
That hipster doorman, he don't know who I am
When started and [?] proof I belong, so I pass
Some bells and bees are like grinding bombs on the walls
Some never learn to cut the lock from the stores
Flora's the b.
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