Weed i can't pronounce man
The crowd's with me, all according to plan
But i'm just a talking head, a zombie floating
It's all about the present unfolding
To hold the mic i'm throbbin', mechanical movement
Its fluke oner, the freshest, the sickest , the newest and the rudest
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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