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You're acting so lame,
and I don't even know your name, but all in all it's still the same, you're being so slow, I think you oughta go. Yeah, that's what I told so. But what d'ya know, do understand the word no? Don't say you know me, I never even said you were pretty, so lay off a bit and get rid of them glasses; who cares if you can't see? My anger is about to erupt, give me back my favorite cup. Don't lie and say I knocked you up when it's you who can't even stand up. It ain't me, it's you who's gettin' corrupt. There ain't nothing you own. I don't care if you lost your dome, "Bye, I need you anywhere near my home." You can get in a plane, and fly up into the blue and whispy sky that's so full of pointless lies and people who just love getting high. Don't claim it's hard for you to get by. I ain't about to be your king, and you can keep my ring. Who cares if I put up your video of you singing? Everybody's gonna laugh no matter their path, besides, you stink, take a bath, get an education, learn some math. You got some of them man-calfs. You act so alone, I'll throw ya a bone, but you won't never condone to anything I say, no matter the time of day, or how high your pay, the date in May, or the time I pray. Screw you, yes, screw you, I thought there was so few that were as dumb as you. You're being so lame, and I don't even know your name, but all in all, it's still the same. We're all toys in your little game, just so you can get a little fame.
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