At a funeral service lurking and snatching purses
Wait a second..the souls still have fear,every hearse reverses.
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
Dial up words but they're not in service
Penetratin' the game on its cervix is my service
You spend days in your room to look perfect on the surface,
GO BACK TO WRITE A SONG ABOUT ANOTHER TOPIC !
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