Show's he's show's he's show's he's I finally
beat a stranger down that blinked morning time
Without the past without my every lonely single night
I'm just a little bit stressed out
I'm not quite steady anyways,
I don't need a mic stop
I'm not quite steady anyways,
I don't need a mic stop
My soft touch is still like before but I don't care honey,
do you love me?
My flesh is ever sick
My dust and city is ready for this banquet night trust me
Call me
mad
He's *, he's *, he's *, ah ah ah
And I look, those cities call me mad
He's *, he's *, he's *, ah ah ah
And I look, those cities call me mad
Your spinning eyes appear so erotic
But I repent it like before
My mother said never trust that sanity But I don't want it anymore
For you
For you
For you
My private weapons are loaded now for your private secret mission
My plastic tears is fading like this so I cannot wait my goddamn city
Gonna need another losing week I think it wasn't me
I think it wasn't me I think it wasn't me
I'm not quite steady anyways,
I don't need a mic stop
I'm not quite steady anyways,
I don't need a mic stop
Your spinning eyes appear so erotic
But I repent it like before
My mother said never trust that sanity But I don't want it anymore
Want it anymore
My private weapons are loaded now for your private mission
Private weapon My private weapons are
loaded now for your private mission
All my type
My driving weapons are loaded now,
now,
now,
now,
now,
now
My driving weapons are loaded now for your driving,
my driving
My driving weapons are loaded now for your driving,
my driving
My driving weapons are loaded now for your driving,
my driving
My driving weapons are loaded now,
now,
now,
now,
now,
now
My driving weapons are loaded now