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Jesus Why they always tryna throw me in the deep end Am I gonna try to kill you? Well it depends Me, myself and I, those my three friends We demons We stay creepin’ You can call me Thom Yorke Carry my pain I been feeling like Björk They been afraid of what I’m gonna say I’m an unhinged fuck, can’t contain these thoughts You would be scared if you seen these notes 19 years and I’m still seeing ghosts Crying these tears, bitch I ain’t no joke But I ain’t gone pop so you might get smoked Who am I kidding I’m just complaining I’m underground but I wish I was famous I’d sell my soul to the devil, I’m shameless But I am the truth even when I fake it Funny how you bitches act like angels for the gram Fakest shit I’ve ever seen, got knives with your name in my bag I can’t take it, won’t fake it Have to leave the group if I make it Don’t come and say that you’re proud of me when you never supported This is passion on fire SongtexteIf you don’t feel it, you lying Me and my clique stay the realest Up in the function, we flying Cut through the noise, left and right Blazing a trail of light To keep our demons in the dark We making music all night (BAH, BAH, BAH!) You think you’re hard? You’re a penis Cocky for no damn reason This ain’t hate, this is revenge I’m not the one to be messed with Bitch the fuck, you ain’t Jesus Your act is hella misleading I’mma feed you to the tigers and release all their leashes Aus Songtexte Mania