haunting
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•11 May 2019
lyrics: someone get the tard wrangler i cut loose see em catch up when im hittin that boost but i got a hella limp like im drinkin jesus juice dodgin the paddy wagon but im hella confused got ghosts in one ear, demons in another played with em as a child before i joined a coven feelt the flames burn hotter than an oven know a lotta ya dead homes we got similar brothers lived a hundred years from the wisdom they teachin other no checklist just whats current in the cupboard pull from circumstance and enjoy the cover of bein underground so i can tell what im really feelin under ey haunted from the other side was practicing magic when i died now the tragic all hide underneath my skin as the wriggle and writhe got me squirmin and tryina get me servin but im swervin to keep from runnin through somebody with a swordfish wicked in the brain dont need no diss got a hella struggle cause they more pissed when i tell em fave to face im my own shit just like the livin a lot of enslavers of the mind gotta watch your spine cause they prickle up the back like porcupine sordid mind bored and kind with a dark side that ive stored inside so i can be free and heal you with the kindness why i need a real bitch not a pork rindess so i can find this angel trying to help me find what ive missed
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lyrics: someone get the tard wrangler i cut loose see em catch up when im hittin that boost but i got a hella limp like im drinkin jesus juice dodgin the paddy wagon but im hella confused got ghosts in one ear, demons in another played with em as a child before i joined a coven feelt the flames burn hotter than an oven know a lotta ya dead homes we got similar brothers lived a hundred years from the wisdom they teachin other no checklist just whats current in the cupboard pull from circumstance and enjoy the cover of bein underground so i can tell what im really feelin under ey haunted from the other side was practicing magic when i died now the tragic all hide underneath my skin as the wriggle and writhe got me squirmin and tryina get me servin but im swervin to keep from runnin through somebody with a swordfish wicked in the brain dont need no diss got a hella struggle cause they more pissed when i tell em fave to face im my own shit just like the livin a lot of enslavers of the mind gotta watch your spine cause they prickle up the back like porcupine sordid mind bored and kind with a dark side that ive stored inside so i can be free and heal you with the kindness why i need a real bitch not a pork rindess so i can find this angel trying to help me find what ive missed
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