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Breathing down my neck, I can sense your contempt. I see the envy in your gaze. and hear the jealousy in your speech. You say that I make you look bad. You don't need me to look bad. Save yourself the embarrassment of getting reprimanded. Pay me what you owe me. I won't return empty-handed. I can juggle 2 or 3 of you in a day but you wanna play. Gotta have it my way: every day is payday. In n' out. Spend it up. Can't keep me down. I get around. Don't need a reason to celebrate, I'm the life of the party. You talk too much when it's time to say goodbye. Say less. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I'm ready to go, hear my engine rumble. Get this show on the road.
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:47 PM UTC
Rubbernecker
Breathing down my neck, I can sense your contempt. I see the envy in your gaze. and hear the jealousy in your speech. You say that I make you look bad. You don't need me to look bad. Save yourself the embarrassment of getting reprimanded. Pay me what you owe me. I won't return empty-handed. I can juggle 2 or 3 of you in a day but you wanna play. Gotta have it my way: every day is payday. In n' out. Spend it up. Can't keep me down. I get around. Don't need a reason to celebrate, I'm the life of the party. You talk too much when it's time to say goodbye. Say less. No more Mr. Nice Guy. I'm ready to go, hear my engine rumble. Get this show on the road.
Album: Spirit of Urgency Genre: Metal / ******** Punk / Metalcore music lyrics
Maverick_Dakota
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Apr 28
Apr 28, 2026 at 9:47 PM UTC
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