What happens when I'm suicidal,
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Vibrations all through my spinal
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From the hits to the vinyl, 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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Rode into town yesterday, straight from Camelot
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The ' in common language they don't mean a thing
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The evil king of underworlds accumulating bodies
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This rap shit is turning into nothing but a hobby
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Cuase the pussy has already been fucked or in the lobby.
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Waiting, 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 Spanish bitch massage, give my joints a rub!
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What's the purpose of everything, who the fuck cares?
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We run scared, cause nothing fair and we don'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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Yeah, I'm having conversations in my head, 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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Ominous when I feel your body with godly hollow tips.
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Leave you holy, prepare for the Apocalypse
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Sixty thousand on a rollie, cookies with the chocolate chips
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Rapping hippopotamus, motherfuck a zookeeper
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I don't do features, I snort glue and shoot ether
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Hand full of sleeping pills, it's only me I kill
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I'm Jack, wanna sleep with Jill, she'd spill on my penis drill.
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Mr. Jesus, could you save my life, uh, uh?
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Pacing back and forth waiting till they pass the torch
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Life's a bitch about forty in a sad divorce.
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Getting harder to speak remarkable things
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Talking' the beast, some walking, walking with teams
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That's why I'm talking to Stephen Hawkins even we speed up!
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Bitch, OK, that's the first one!
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Skys The Limit
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| Mac Miller |
