.I cannot take the take, your condition was nod awake
A selfish cryer, boldface liar, robbing all of what
You could take in
Stabbed towards a death, a dirty smelling girl
Shit decisions, no provisions, filling veins with juice
Of chaos
(Chorus)
Painted face, ol.
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