Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Im #psychophysical, the rap bastard brushin my teeth with the rustiest daggers
Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,
Simply unable to afford four little pills that cost only a few dollars
Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,
I'm a very lucky man, to have had her love like i did.
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