I said count the days Don't hold your breath Chikitee check 2012 The perpetrator never knew Never properly represent the struggle The boy in the bubble
Nine hundred ninety seven revolutions gone 'round the sun The spirits leave as they come Rude people, the meek, the young ones wait without fear So near
You see me running but you don't know what I'm running from My own weakness Come on i've got to speak this truth (When i'm losin my direction) I run that
O, flatfoot motherfucker Make less money than a damn school teacher Ignorant redneck, squeal, squeal, squeal I'm gettin' tired of dealin' with the P
Oh yeah well I could see it,feel it The spirit as it was leaving my body No, it would not stay for a while I turned and watch it crawl away So far away
You want me to give a show? Well I don't really want to You want to impress? Well I don't really need to Who the fuck are you? Where the fuck did you
Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay Time to pay, let them burn Punish and erase me It's high time I suffer Count all my addictions That surprise
I come as I am I come when I can This man come complete with confusion I come as I am You know I got to look for Got to find the connections One eye
I'm sorry I couldn't live up to So sorry I couldn't be like you I'm sorry I couldn't become What you are I couldn't have tried any less I hate becoming
count the days don't hold your breath chikitee chek 2012 the perpetrator never knew never properly represent the struggle the boy in the bubble is you
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Nine hundred ninety-seven revolutions gone round the sun. The spirits leave as they come. Rude people, the meek, the young ones wait without fear. (So
I blackout! Don't you put words in my mouth Don't try to shut me up I'm not about plastic skin I gotta get out, gotta get out, in What about those
Nobody move, nobody get hurt Somebody don't know, so that body got burnt You in the jungle baby, you gonna die Might as well get fucked, might as well
Mamma's bed? You go ahead and give me hed While my Daddy's workin? I got my own work to do On the kitchen table? I popped the cherry of the high school senior hed
FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK Yeah Fuck you PUSSY I don't give a fuck if it's in the back of the bus or up in the bed The back of your hed will get fed
well everybody got their hopes and dreams everytime i wake up i feel the pain like a thousand pins and needles falling like rain alone in my bedroom
Well it gets so hard to keep my hed up This time I just won't let up You talk too much I'm fed up I bust yo lip - can you get up I told you - I'd get
