Maybe you a narcissist's narcissist,
hanging from your neck while talking to us, how you bother em, I'm all for it
How you dwell in limbo, I am pondering
and you look up like the world is yours,
I see you caught in what your noggins hogging huh?
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Maybe you a monster not a mufucker,
ain't you hitting them with everything except the kitchen sink well call the plumber
Leave that asshole Ana Mae,
We hate it when he turns into a problem.
Mr Hyde is just an audible away
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And you like to play your dame
Why you wanna die again
Think you wanna walk the chain gang
Stunting, like to make your thang hang
And you always bout say
Until they run upon you bang bang
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Damn If you move, the place sways
How did your moon, Inflate to take space, dammit your mood,
they javelin who?
you wanna beat your chest like King Kong and shit, breaking chains, primitive, uprising, cave man, slave dance, hey man
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Maybe you the victim not the suspect
Product of society
Cause Poverty's a man-maid project
Addicted, like a fiend
Why you always stop to dream
Why you stopping when they tell you how to think
Fuck acting like slave who pledges allegiance if Francis got key
credits
from Vizard,
released May 11, 2020
Lyrics by Chima The S
Production by Andrew Savoie