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It’s not my fault, The way I am, you know? I’ve seen some things, They made me grow. But grow is a lie And mad is more true, I wonder how I got here I really ******* do. Il find out one day Of that I’m sure But until then I’m gonna close the door Because if I’m honest And I don’t stop, Il probably blow my brains out And I haven’t got a mop.
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
Mop
It’s not my fault, The way I am, you know? I’ve seen some things, They made me grow. But grow is a lie And mad is more true, I wonder how I got here I really ******* do. Il find out one day Of that I’m sure But until then I’m gonna close the door Because if I’m honest And I don’t stop, Il probably blow my brains out And I haven’t got a mop.
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Dec 4, 2020
Dec 4, 2020 at 6:56 PM UTC
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