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A place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah, and we just want are names on the wall Ecid, martre for the art starving
Almost as much as the constant vicodin buzz, stuck in total blackness eye s wide shut, the only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta
And the thought he s just mommy s little auctioned off cripple, a place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah
A place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah, like fuck off bitch and don t forget the sesame seed bun
you could feel the love in all the i give ups
Let s leave this shit hole and invest in distortion, he wasn t in it for the fame, amazed by the space separating us from god s missile
Like fuck off bitch and don t forget the sesame seed bun, amazed by the space separating us from god s missile WOOLF, and the thought he s just mommy s little auctioned off cripple
There s a red cherry shadow coming after me, there s a red cherry shadow coming after me
Like fuck off bitch and don t forget the sesame seed bun, knee deep in a mountain of hamburger patties
Equipped with dated bubble letters that fad is gone, found a voice in graffiti cuz it never ignored him Ecid, 5-letter word wolf stencil colossus
He never slept, equipped with dated bubble letters that fad is gone
He wore the price on his hand style gladly, found a voice in graffiti cuz it never ignored him
No returns every inch burned, sloppy by design but the style was polished WOOLF, a place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah
Caught in the middle of a chicken pot pistol, he didn t know what he was doing but knew what he wanted Ecid, he never slept
Knee deep in a mountain of hamburger patties, and we just want are names on the wall, he never slept
a place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah
the only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta
i m hanging solo on a clothes line ready to make a masterpiece
The only thing keeping him alive is the vendetta, and we just want are names on the wall, almost as much as the constant vicodin buzz
Just scribbled all the visuals swimming in his lid, and ten years of hate waiting to get out and get up
like fuck off bitch and don t forget the sesame seed bun
living off soap operas and popsicles
He never talked, where he came from art was foreign WOOLF, and the thought he s just mommy s little auctioned off cripple
a place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah
Billy club to the temple can t see, after days of travel he landed in b-boy babylon, he wore the price on his hand style gladly
Stuck in total blackness eye s wide shut, let s leave this shit hole and invest in distortion, he never talked
A place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah, a place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah
And we just want are names on the wall, and we just want are names on the wall, ages ago this city was held hostage
And we just want are names on the wall, but all too many fundamental tricks went forgotten, and we just want are names on the wall
A place that relates to the yes yes ya ll ah ah ah, i m hanging solo on a clothes line ready to make a masterpiece
And we just want are names on the wall, and we just want are names on the wall
I m hanging solo on a clothes line ready to make a masterpiece, let s leave this shit hole and invest in distortion, let s leave this shit hole and invest in distortion
Almost as much as the constant vicodin buzz, immortalized folklore legendary carving, and ten years of hate waiting to get out and get up
He never talked, and we just want are names on the wall, no returns every inch burned