Pass that shit
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Hold on man park the car
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I have no idea where we are
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Think we may have drove too far
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Yeah I can see they're right behind us
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But there's nothing we can do
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We can't get caught slipping get off that shit and just be cool ... ooooh
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They're on to us but don't look now
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They think they're bout to take us down
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Fuck that I'm not going out
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At the next corner turn left
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Its time to handle this
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I know where to go don't trip
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Have no time for that pussy shit
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In a minute it'll all be finished
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What you don't think I speak the truth
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You think I could just be sitting here
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Listening to Sonic Youth?
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Anyway when they try to ride
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On you thinking I'm gone
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I'll creep up on them from behind
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And break them off one by one
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And in the time it takes you to blink your eyes
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Shit'll already be done
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But just in case anything goes wrong
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Keep your right hand on your ... oohh
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So when they step up out the car
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Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
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But now I remember where we are
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Do what I say and you'll be fine .. oohh
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To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
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Under the highway, digging graves
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Blood creepin while you're sleepin
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Steady creepin, blood creepin
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Shake the bottle, whats it hold
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How many have I already sold
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Hope not too much, cuz I feel insane
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Need more than one to numb the pain
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Slithering through my brain
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Thoughts stuck on that train
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Off the track and up in flames
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Fuck it I'll swallow these blue ones
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Yeah and maybe this big one
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And I may as well take a few more with me
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Just in case I get some ... oohh
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Never know if they're gonna want some
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Oh you want one? Yeah no problem
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Got that covered tramp, I brought 'em ... oooh
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How it creeps up on me so slowly
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I don't notice my eyes rolling
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To the back of my head and falling
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Shit, somebody's calling
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Can't answer the phone
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Call them back when I'm 'bout to leave
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Can't think straight man I'm so fucking blown... ooohh
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So when they step up out the car
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Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
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But now I remember where we are
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Do what I say and you'll be fine .. oohh
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To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
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Under the highway, digging graves
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Blood creepin while you're sleepin
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Steady creepin, blood creepin
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Down the alleys in the middle of the night
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I'm trashed, so high its hard to ride my bike
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Might crash, whenever I'm this fucked up
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Drunken monkey through the cuts
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Who gives a fuck
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So when they step up out the car
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Yeah I know this sounds bizarre
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But now I remember where we are
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Do what I say and you'll be fine .. oohh
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To the left of the off ramp, in the shade
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Under the highway, digging graves
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Blood creepin while you're sleepin
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Steady creepin, blood creepin
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Blood Creepin
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Death Grips |