For Christ sake, please not another earthquake

Gonna take the city I create and bring it to its knees

In past room, bow wow, pie's out, burns, fires out, turn into ice, I'll even wear it to bed

Silk sheets, dry spots, one hundred decks, I'm about to blow mine

Now saying hell it ain't nothing but a subject and I ain't ever telling what I'm searching for

Its perfection makes me seen, now I can't be found

Obsessed with a lot less means that you won't dress dumb and then go and think about none

I even hated my own brother, my own mother kicked me out at seventeen

I cried extra tears In the fucking street

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