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Do you have any gum?
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen cells keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I probe confessions, my body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle
She kept the breakfast, but not for long now
She overheard my whisper like, Whatch you talkin
about"
"Persistence of course, that's
the
difference
of
course
After Revenge of the Sith I just tried to conjure that force
After Samuel L. Jackson I just tried to sacrifice pork
After Comic-Con happened I just tried to look like a dork
Stereotypes blow
Died of an overdose on call to your body died of a sculpture they bought and sold you low for the price and apologetically emotion at you
No No, No no no no no no no, no no,
Dammit you're no Mona Lisa
But let me congratulate you for looking ripe, Alright?
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen cells keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I feel confessions, my body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle but wow you look pretty cool
I mean you do look pretty cool
Wow you look pretty cool
Wow you look pretty cool
You probably studied at the Louvre for college scope on the way that you dress yes
Legendary and powerful but that frame is a mess, yes
Straight from a Christmas careful carry dose in your chest
Good thing I'm awesome at chess
Trying to predict seeing the bubbles ahhh
Trying to fabricate a similar struggle ahhh, ah, ah
I'd like to know your anger
Won't you tell me?
Won't you tell me?
Tell me?
I'd like to know your anger
Won't you tell me?
Won't you tell me?
Tell me
Seven billion twenty thousand and seventeen cells keep stomping on my stepping ground I like it
When I moan I probe confessions, my body language sends that message
Yeah, that's true I lost my tug-of-war battle but that's not really important.