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don't tell me when to call quits
i know we shoot the same but i know it's a problem
before you get that taste you gotta hit the bottom
i'm headed for your legs
i swear i hit the lotto

with hands on the floor
you'll ask for more
so head for the doors
i know we shoot the same

i'll bend better than the next eye-getter
and you know it's wetter when you know
rip that sweater
half a zip tie will get er
and a 5th is better in the snow

i want it to be fair for both of us
i wanna close my eyes but they won't shut
i wanna feel the burn without the cut
i wanna wear your shoes and then i'll tighten them til they burst
you gotta hit it feet first
you know i hated the 21st

tape a 40 to your hands and smoke few darts
and we'll glug glug glug and glug in the front yard
but there's something bout my face that makes my friends barf

but you click click click and click but it won't start
and there's something bout their look i hate with my heart
and there's in the air don't mean no harm

and there's something bout your face that makes the mood dark
i wanna hit that shit and slap in some smarts
and there's something bout my face that's tough like bogart

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