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Wannaminion
03:38
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I'll flee the city, "domestic" ain't my thing
What makes a buzz won't make a ring
Rather overgrown and fat your heart is lit
and loving more won't make it fit
One has to break his legs and make himself a season in the pit
Pull my hands apart so hard it'll make me squeal
I'll flee the city, "domestic" ain't my thing
What makes a buzz won't make a ring
One has to break his legs and make himself a season in the pit
Pull my hands apart so hard it'll make me pay
Oh, want a minion?
Go cast a spell with your mother's eyes
I find it hard to believe it's for the show
With pentagrams right on the floor
Rather overgrown and fat your heart is lit
and hating more won't make it fit
Your rant is a summertime
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f your daddy did hit you would you believe that
special bones smell alike?
Part derailment part posture and there you go
pioneering me out
You
Who you were
What you are?
Who's to tell you it ain't voodoo when you would do,
what, premise deceased?
Have a moderate coffee and baritone
rest your case in peace
You
Who you were
What you are?
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Pig Luck
03:54
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I remember the morning, every single idea
My voice was all bruised: "come here, mother, here"
Legs moved in sequence, I've been awaken
On high holy day, hell yeah
You can blame the mosquitos as hard as you can
But both you and I know what has taken your men
Cro-magnon rage, don't let it fool you
It makes the ruler of pig luck
Time goes on by
You move another
Eye after eye
You move another one, yeah
Come on druid use that fluid
Make me stronger make me longer
You ain't Polly Ann and
I ain't alabama bound
I'm gonna send it back to you
Airborne and ready hear me through
Cro-magnon rage, don't let it fool you
It makes the ruler of pig luck
I claim you got an evil mind
Trying to drag me down
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