This is a song about "Steam punk"

Starin at the wall, heard a scream

Breathing heavy foggy from steam

I’m lost without them, when they around i am charles sheen

But fuck destiny i'm flyin contrary propelled by steam

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Spit hot enough to make the tea steam and the kettle hotter

A young punk hustlin,hey cops,get back!

My four-four's givin payback

You get the picture? i hope not cause i'm no punk

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

I suffocated the little motherfucking punk last night.

Boy stick to your day job, said you was hot? well, they lied

Fascist nun and some punk bitch

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