You fucking girls. I’ve got enough problems as it
I bet you didn’t think we’d hear what you said.
Don't hurt yourselves patting your own backs for doing us
The way you think results in your outcome
So when you're
Debbie baby, you’re my friend. We’ll be lovers till
Burnt out.
I’m so fed up.
I think
I re-entered the old school for a realization I've
Proving yourself to me only proves why complainers like you
Round up all the dead beats and put ‘em on
They're pushing us down
and forcing us back
But when they're not
The monster has been spawned and now it's ready for
Yeah it was cool that you didn't do the shit
We're tired of being your fucking commodity, retouching your faces
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