The mask is on 'em like a catholic service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Now all i want is more my little pony toys to play wit
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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