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Under this beaten skin I can see a newer blueprint Waiting for the ashes Waiting some more crashes To wear a new face when it win They say easy come and easy go But I think it can't be real, tho I saw some decent public man in a game show And if karma is a ***** should we stop to vote? I am going away with a new disguise I am warning my friends before someone dies But the purple drank don't let they realize We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie 'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize I see some fake-ass sophists at the morning show Droping mind over mind like a domino They could shave up their ***** to look like Foucault And keep their cynical smile while everyone blows The comedians were our source of truth Now they're offering jokes for a pair of fancy shoes People used to have band shirts, now they have tattoos We were brilliant, now we are just turning screws I am going away with a new disguise I am warning my friends before someone dies But the purple drank don't let they realize We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie 'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
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Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
Nobel Prize
Under this beaten skin I can see a newer blueprint Waiting for the ashes Waiting some more crashes To wear a new face when it win They say easy come and easy go But I think it can't be real, tho I saw some decent public man in a game show And if karma is a ***** should we stop to vote? I am going away with a new disguise I am warning my friends before someone dies But the purple drank don't let they realize We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie 'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize I see some fake-ass sophists at the morning show Droping mind over mind like a domino They could shave up their ***** to look like Foucault And keep their cynical smile while everyone blows The comedians were our source of truth Now they're offering jokes for a pair of fancy shoes People used to have band shirts, now they have tattoos We were brilliant, now we are just turning screws I am going away with a new disguise I am warning my friends before someone dies But the purple drank don't let they realize We can't trust anyone behind a ******* tie 'cause they are faking and smuggling 'till the Nobel Prize
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rafaldini
Brazil
Nov 30, 2020
Nov 30, 2020 at 11:20 AM UTC
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