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I ride the mood Baby little tween Mood riding Riding on your dick The only vice I’ve left I will get sick of it I still smoke cigarettes Look at the internet What if the pills I take Will stop me getting wet I used to be inspired Used to feel something I used to fight the feeling always let it win So arrogant Baby little tween Surfing in the mids I am how I'm perceived Now baby little tween Surfing in the mids Doesn't know shit I don't know shit And I ride (What if the pills I take) Baby little tween (Will stop me getting wet) SongtexteMood riding (I used to be inspired) Riding on your dick (Used to feel something) The only vice I've left (I used to fight the feeling always let it win) I will get sick of it So arrogant Baby little tween Surfing in the mids Am I gonna miss my brain? Am I gonna miss my brain? Am I gonna miss my brain? There is a river There is a river and it squint With your ears Wrestled plastic bag grease Green and void wavering lamp But I ditch into a Uber driver Pick up an object, think it's something Memory in a dream becomes never She says she swallows the loudly year Like a big gulp Two years glues in her life I want to tell her I lost my virginity to natural born killers But I'm beat between those fault and mold Just to sit there for a while Grilled, breakfast, lunch, diner Beer and soda Lavender, cashmere But the key send and avoid the white laugh at the station Aus Songtexte Mania