Lyrics:
the Launch Area! Clear the Launch Area
All ground-crew to designated launch stations
T minus 4 minutes and counting
Final diagnostic check-list
Launch
I have a diagnostic heart, cold and analytic love
I see the symptoms read the charts, sterile hands in rubber gloves
Been too long in quarantine. I
I know you nauseous
He not what wanted
She say my words are hypnotic
Her body I run diagnostic
I know she smell the gabanna
Caressing ha under
start you'll go to US dot gov
While the last one is a diagnostic of
I don't need a label that's too much restrain
I know that I'm able I don't need a cane
like I might tap out, I feel like I might tap out
Shit... I feel like I might tap out
So what's the diagnostic? No more faith safe to say Im'a die
Automatic systematic
Connection synapse
Neuro biochemic
Biochemical
Biologic
The diagnostics reveal
It's both analog and digital
Breaking free
composure
I wanna fall in love
I'm exhausted with the
Nauseous diagnostics of lovesickness
It's not even love
It's purely infatuations
Or the craving
the disease
But I choose no one better
To give me a fever
From him to me
Run a diagnostics and you will find
c fever burning me up inside
I need a medicine I
are living my dream
Trying so hard just to fall on my face
Makes me question my perseverance in this race
Self-diagnostics
Feeling psychotic
It is so
d'un diagnostic
J'serai ton Doc
Cigare aux lèvres, tu sais, salope, j'ai mon stéthoscope
Prends ton bibi chez l'toubib, prends ton billet (eheh)
The dia-gnostic
At the gym like a bunny
Like my afro
Don't touch the hair
Like my cornrolls
Well I don't care
Like my full lips
Just let me be
Like my big hips
girl right about now, it seems I've lost my patients (Times Up)
Ooo You bout to see the dog in me
(Whats Your diagnostic)
If you keep on barking
You
fléchit devant toi
Les diagnostics fléchissent devant toi
Toute maladie fléchit devant toi
Les diagnostics fléchissent devant toi
Viens nous toucher
Viens
Check 1, check mec well voilla. Cest moi le meme fou malade
Diagnostic est docteur tombe malade
Diagnostic est docteur tombe malade
Les symptomes cest
diagnostics , you cannot sweat what’s god sent, I do not stress no nonsense,
Baby just get your b roll, They been outside yeah we know uhh,
I been on fire
supplémentaire
Æthel, si t'as pas de diagnostic, y'a vraiment rien à faire
Ça fait trois jours que j'ai pas dormi, j'ai pas lâché l'ordi de la nuit
J'essaie
I'll give you the key to me, it's a simple thing
The diagnostic criteria is met
Did you plan for behaviors, did you even plan for anything?
All
and go chapelle
He's Psychotic and diabolic these lines toxic
Diagnostic I get it hopping like hydraulics
My mind lost define cosmic defies logic
My God
turn
Diagnostic, psychiatric
Throat fucked, sore burns
One last time!
One chance to set the score
clcoholic bitch got slapped around
Like a fucking whore
the diagnostic sheets and I do have them today
And those diagnostic sheets Didn't come from me, they came from their school, their American
Medical accredited
there's a diagnostic test
But when they come up with the cure for heartache
When they come up with the cure for heartache
When they come up with the cure
left to discover a purpose
Relinquished from the chain of its masters
Autonomous diagnostics are engaged
Detailing all accounts of widespread trauma
that you own me
Straight up-down control me
Though you hardly know me
Better than I know myself
Screw your diagnostic
I've already lost it
Save me from
and it all looks the same
The pain in my wrists man it's stressing me out
I'll end it all now and put these lights out
Perform your diagnostic tell me
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