| Used to be so judgmental
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| Now I respect the ones
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| Who dare to be sinful
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| I was searching for my pride
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| Now I know it’s all fleeting
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| Just glad to be alive
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| Brontosaurs fear of art is torn apart by making
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| Good mistakes and branching out, he switch it up like baking
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| The more I tried to sleep it off, the more I started thinking
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| I wanna live in mushroom park, do unrestricted shrinking
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| You’re salty, can’t fault you
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| I’m numb to the rhythm that guides you
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| Take all your confetti away
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| I know, I know what’s killing me
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| Don’t need your love or sympathy
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| I know, I know just what you’ll say
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| Don’t you try to rescue me
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| Made up magic turtle guy is feeling like he’s crap
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| He needs to spend some time alone to understand his path
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| There’s different types of waves and things your mind is tuning to
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| It takes in information and it sorts it out for you
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| Won’t fight you, not like you
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| But I’m numb to the rhythm that guides you
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| I’ll take your confetti away
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| I know, I know what’s killing me
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| Don’t need your love or sympathy
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| I know, I know just what you’ll say
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| Don’t you try to rescue me
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| Don’t you try to rescue me
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| Don’t you try to rescue me
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| Now you’re on a midnight crusade
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| Flexing your stats
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| But you can’t touch me, touch me, touch me
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| Tell me how to think my own way
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| You can give it your best
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| But you won’t touch me, touch me, touch me
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| I’m kissing a baby that licking a boot
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| I live in a deli, put meat on your tooth
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| My business is pregnant and flaunting off nude
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| I’m smoking a chicken, I took out the coupe
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| Show off addictions and make it sound fiction
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| You aren’t doing art if you’re dead in the park
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| If you feel like you died, show 'em you have
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| Give up your life for the virtual clap
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| Shear off the weird and then watch 'em appear
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| Now you’re a spiritless fearless lil lyricist
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| Shear off the weird and then watch 'em appear
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| Now you’re a spiritless fearless lil lyricist
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| Hoax |