Mr Clean (live from Walmart Parking Lot)
sheild me from this world send me to the church i tell god im not ready im not leaving the planet earth i break the ceiling i rage the earth i go berserk cursed the world was ready for the curious case of No Addy K tell the universe i am the worst first come first served handcuffed one must convert learn a way leave i must escape this nightmare called reality no dawg down here times don't get no worse get no better so i wrire tap any kind weather these lyrics stick to your skin like lobotomy scrambled in a skillet emotions that you be feeling sing the words the lyrics of another disappointing human being you wont break my spirit your thoughts are useless penny stock never could i cant hear them at alotb my ears are deaf to the lies drama no more problems we experiencing not once was i comfortable in my home my memory as an adolescent is dinner time im rationing gathering the crumbs from the bread never to much love childhood memories nothing left to see no to eat nothing for the baby now we firced no to leave to juggle my survival my childhood home is the compound going under take your cover no air defense my belly grumbling to the weapons of mass destruction stuck right in the center my current living situation this kid reaction wasnt rational the juvenile detention out of control teenagers keep on running from my consciousness my past n presentness surrounds me everywhere I be a fight breaks out clearly im the fool not the jackal's the evidence points 2 the truth your a liar fake News fake media the pain is cruel and unusual treatment no good can come from this loser attic kid one doesnt change the jury was unamous dead to me they just lie pretend to not be the same delusional from a substance god damn that was all i needed was you to speak i been missingb sober was it always this easy tell me something mr clean winner winner jury member how much should one suffer how many bullets should they take in the end of does the attic always have to die will my death justify her hunger will it be enough to satisfy the hunger of the hate of the good guy every step i take i get closer to the grave she smiles a bigger grin should i cave to the demons in my ceilings or keep pretending the voices i dont hear them keep whispering tinyn threats like a cheer telling me what i hear
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sheild me from this world send me to the church i tell god im not ready im not leaving the planet earth i break the ceiling i rage the earth i go berserk cursed the world was ready for the curious case of No Addy K tell the universe i am the worst first come first served handcuffed one must convert learn a way leave i must escape this nightmare called reality no dawg down here times don't get no worse get no better so i wrire tap any kind weather these lyrics stick to your skin like lobotomy scrambled in a skillet emotions that you be feeling sing the words the lyrics of another disappointing human being you wont break my spirit your thoughts are useless penny stock never could i cant hear them at alotb my ears are deaf to the lies drama no more problems we experiencing not once was i comfortable in my home my memory as an adolescent is dinner time im rationing gathering the crumbs from the bread never to much love childhood memories nothing left to see no to eat nothing for the baby now we firced no to leave to juggle my survival my childhood home is the compound going under take your cover no air defense my belly grumbling to the weapons of mass destruction stuck right in the center my current living situation this kid reaction wasnt rational the juvenile detention out of control teenagers keep on running from my consciousness my past n presentness surrounds me everywhere I be a fight breaks out clearly im the fool not the jackal's the evidence points 2 the truth your a liar fake News fake media the pain is cruel and unusual treatment no good can come from this loser attic kid one doesnt change the jury was unamous dead to me they just lie pretend to not be the same delusional from a substance god damn that was all i needed was you to speak i been missingb sober was it always this easy tell me something mr clean winner winner jury member how much should one suffer how many bullets should they take in the end of does the attic always have to die will my death justify her hunger will it be enough to satisfy the hunger of the hate of the good guy every step i take i get closer to the grave she smiles a bigger grin should i cave to the demons in my ceilings or keep pretending the voices i dont hear them keep whispering tinyn threats like a cheer telling me what i hear
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