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7 Seconds of Freefall
01:30
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She's outta gas, and falling fast
My mind goes through a crooked past
Better take it all back now
Instead, I'm falling to the ground
At the gates of Hell, at the gates of Hell
Transmutation finally came
My body's mixed with steel and glass
Satan greets with open arms
My wicked deeds gave me a pass
At the gates of Hell, at the gates of Hell
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Oh yeah, oh no
28 keys comin' down the road
18 wheeler cocaine dealer
Gaddamn smokies comin' down the track
Crack their skulls to keep 'em off my back
18 wheeler cocaine dealer
Bangin' rails with truckstop hunnys
Look at all this fucking money
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Blinkey
01:09
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Two cars in every garage
and three eyes on every fish
Giving this waste a place to go
Has gone off without a hitch
Now I look through my bloodshot eyes
and come to see that everything's fine
These extra limbs and glowing skin
Must be a gift from god, alright
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Let's Dissassociate
01:02
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We want you
To be two
Of the same when we see you
Complications arise
Before your eyes
Mind warps time
Cutting all ties
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Grime Travel
01:35
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Monotony's getting to me
I need to get a grip
It's time to fuel up
and take a little trip
Cuz we're working at liquor stores and pizza places
Going through life perpetually wasted
Never mind stepping on broken glass
Woke up with my head in a pile of trash
and we never can remember your names and faces
Never stop to think where fate my take us
It's about time to break out the stash
Crack some shitty beer, let's kick some ass
So down the line, lost track of time
I don't know where I am
Least I got my bottle, dirt from head to toe
Don't give a damn
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Sit/Stare
02:01
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Glazed over, drink in hand
Yer hardly there
Do you like the show?
I don't know
Benzos and done up hair
and if you all just sit and stare
Then why should I pretend to care?
and dance around the gaddamn room
(Well that's the womb right to the tomb!)
So if you all just sit and stare
Then why should I pretend to care?
and dance around the gaddamn room
Well I don't know
Hemorrhaging money, paying for company
You might as well be a bro
Time for a cigarette, now that your whistle's wet
No room to grow
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Viacom Dios, Mi Amigo
00:22
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???
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Totally Fuxxed!
01:31
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Broke down and outta luck
Out of cash, completely stuck
Nowhere to go and I've had enough
Totally fucked, totally fucked
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???
I got a million like you back at the crib
???
Smoke a blunt wit yo little brotha
???
Rosie, this is for you
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