I lose it all, my rot, my super hole in this, so bad
So far start tumbling, don’t be startled up
Just like it, backs on rising
Unfamiliar chest rotation,
Unfamiliar face who will buy all my drinks
Try to talk about Matt and Miller
Well, your workshop doesn’t impress me
I don’t care about your first intentions
I don’t care about your type writer ribbon
I don’t care about your punctuation
Punctuality that try to impress me with
‘Cause I’m a hypocrite, and I’m okay with it
I’m so self-aware, that’s crippling
At least I don’t pretend
But all lies I’ll begin to write book ends!
She all like bla, bla, bla, bla
Something about its meaning
Something about her d says
Something about its meaning
Something about whatever
Something like why do you gotta be so mean
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I don’t care about your first intentions
I don’t care about your type writer ribbon
I don’t care about your punctuation
Punctuality that try to impress me with
‘Cause I’m a hypocrite, and I’m okay with it