What happens when I'm suicidal
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Vibrations all through my spinal
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From the hitch of the vinyl
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My mind will be in the Bible
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I will read the book and I'll probably not understand a lot
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Rolled into town yesterday straight from Camelot
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Depressed is not a common language, they don't mean a thing
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The evil king from underworld accumulating bodies
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This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby
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'Cause the pussies have already been fucked or are in the lobby, waiting
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Dominating the matrix, kick it with God and Satan
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Isolation through my veins into these constellations
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Drug users, they wouldn't let us join the club
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So now it's standard bitch massage, give my joints a rub
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What's the meaning of everything? Who the fuck cares?
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We run scared 'cause nothing's fair and we won't become aware
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Pretend it don't exist, ignorance ' my only bliss
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I think it's me, at least I hope it is
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I'm having conversations with myself, getting into arguments
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When I'm out in London I be posted at the Parliament
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Coke in the parliaments, chilling by some monuments
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I'm in this, went after your body with godly hollow tips
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To leave you holy, prepared for the apocalypse
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60,000 on the roll, cookies with some chocolate chips
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Rapping hippopotamus, motherfucking zoo keeper
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I don't do features, I snort glue and chew ether
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Handful of sleeping pills, it's only me I'm killing
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Jack wanna sleep with Jill, she spill on my penis drill
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Mister Jesus, could you save my life?
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Pacing back and forth, waiting till they pass the torch
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Life with a bitch about 40 and a sad divorce
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Voice is hoarse, getting harder to speak
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Remarkable things, talking mark of the beast
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I'm walking with demons, I saw him talking with Steven Hawking
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We see it often, bitch
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SBTV
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| Mac Miller |
