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so I can do this to till the world is gone
we got like 10 or 15 years at max
15 minutes of fame won't be spent in the shade, 360 degree contracts
beg for scraps and then bitch because that's all that you get
capitulate and all you're going to make is regret

never shut the fuck up, think you're on the fucking cusp
oh we're going to erupt
you're not going fucking anywhere
forever truant big break, already in the place
I'm moving to and plan to stay
all just more coffin nails
whole life time being pissed the fuck off
just don't want to read your bullshit
on facebook dot com
but I have to lest I be, turned into,
a copy of jaded old fuck, poor sales aren't because of bad luck
that's all that you wish to compound
stay broke you sell out

all I care about in the whole fucking world is only money
fuck you pay me

my pockets fat as amazon workers piss bottles

smell of shit not your preference, why don't you get swallowed
change it from the inside, you're not owned, you're borrowed
whatever you have to tell yourself to sell yourself
now competing with the people groomed from birth who better fit the shell
look at you now
gold plated collar your owners allow
metrics are great
for a second I'd forgotten my place
kabal i'm not in, veneer is thin
yellowed pain lead chip, until it's stripped