what's in my head? what's in my head? nothing.
what's
thirteen locks upon my door
pit bull sleeping on the floor
baltimore,
i don't wanna tell you
i don't wanna tell you
right now
right
well he wondered what
his life would be like
with the prettiest
life is a landfill, baby
all this garbage piled high
black dove
god knows i've tried to live
but this is all there
Shiny, shiny pimpmobile
Running through the night
Shiny, shiny pimpmobile
Runnin
everybody's got a dream
some dreams can kill you
some just dry
university girls
on cell phones
ah, trivial things
the rat with the chicken
what does T.S. Eliot know about you?
he knows nothing in
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