I see you over there, blowing away for me
The type of tailor that when I ride, you’ll see
They say he never was sad ‘cause he needs his power
He needs his power
But I will punch right as I take a shower
We only got an hour to feel it
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about … and you
Come out as I play you
These are the broadways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
You got the eyes of a doll
Rolling all in your skull
Always they end bad
The worse thing on my dog days
Your throwaways
Let’s find me up, boy, get it like the rest
… I’ll do what I have to, to death
Fight with your chest out
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
Care about … and you
Come out as I play you
These are the runaways
To rub that shame off
Blow it south and you
Come out, yes I made you
As I fall down your throat
I broke it off
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