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[Verse 1: Levigne]
Single handed, right way of life left him selfish and to his own devices
Devil contradicts facts and kept him in confinement
Lips closed until they were pried, so many secrets he can't find through unacceptable
Defiance
The depression in appliance
Application fell through 'cause matter doesn't matter
Doesn't matter, mat or matter, shut the fuck up and get back to Saturn
Repetition is the right way of life, left him to his own dеvices
Right way of life, right way of life
Right way of lifе, only know solo strife
'Cause my teammates fucked off and inted
Cyanide in the cap, 20 squid catch, dinner looking nice
Lured into a trap, line circles around the graph
Bars hold colours, taught to put 'em over white
Statement redacted by the paramilitary
Confined to a box, all cats mix with poison
Poised and ready to pounce, my skelethon is rared
Scared, do nothing as always and pass into the lair
Do something and pass into the lair faster
Bastards are unprepared
What's your fear

[Verse 2: Idylll]
I don't wanna hear about it
I don't want my ears
Seem to sprout when cloud is clear
The how sits here, up mounted
Bound in fear
I don't feel fixated with south end tears
And now shits weird, dumb founded
Bound in fear
I don't feel complacent or sound in here
Countless chances, the key to staying real
Throwback to base like playing field
Count it
Notepads to scrape like brakes and wheels
Go mad if it makes you feel
Count it
Like go back, stay encased in steel
Make no last mistakes or graze, no meal
I'm glad I caught you before it caught you
Thanks
Well it's the least I could do for a costume
Walk around the nox fumes, bad stench for the breath
Thanks, but I've popped few after sextuple, next

[Verse 3: Nate Natural]
I'm hexed, invader Z instead of I'm closer to IP
Vicious, simply interesting me for the lip
(Here it is, here it is)
I'm already getting over you (How?)
No reason to continue the madness, I invented this over chips (Wow)
Overloaded with soberness, hold her hips and invoke older and older hits
A ghost folder, its... well... something you shouldn't mess with
I mean it contain the feelings buried within your soul
I prefer my greens overgrown and unposted whole in a holding cell
Oh holy well, what fruits hath you produced today?
The harlot's been through a lot and needs new news to rejuvenate
A half liter of loose leaf? Thanks I might juice, heat, neither
No need for a meter to choose meat over the b-beater
No need for a meter to choose me over the weak leader
Don't blink, you might receive, hah, nobody believe your peak either
Still better than a druggie that skeets ether fully loaded
Duly noted, you should leave her in the depths but deeper

[Verse 4: Levigne]
Deeper, push the narrative through depleted pipes
I'm Peter Piper picking picket fences out to free the vipers
Seen the ripened fruit in visions, seemed enticing
Tyson, clean wipe of the brow pre-invite
Invite to pre, tier 2 up the ladder is me, teasing lightly
Seasoned meat with death caps ground over the top, ordered to eat it nicely
No cap, all due respect, I won't be feeding my qi
Ay chihuahua
Fuck off, I'll explore this cave, and you protect me while I need it, right? See
I don't need an order, I know my place from how I'm treated nightly
Defeated with a speech about impending doom
I think about the things that I don't think about
I sit around and tinker with the toys that I don't wish I found
My consciousness is overloading, even with a clip of sound
Don't repeat my words when I can barely fucking think them out
The Thames of word vomit, parsed and par to send a blink of clout
End of days, the fucking day that I can surely get a single out
Maybe I would make my rounds, maybe I would make it out
Comet on the brink of doubt
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