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to ya No worries of files of lies Flyin right close to u Jus ignore it, nuthin more than Buzzin round nats n flies Born of wastewater Hate is
I'm so tired of these wastewater trash heap Not a penny to they name Always tryna get at me Yeah, tryna get at me Ya know always tryna get at me I'm
cultivation's 1% Wastewater isn't much different 2% from deforestation Same for shipping and aviation Similar stat for landfills Agriculture and fishing,
And mumbling songs in a foreigner's tongue I looked at her lips, they were red as the roses That bloom by the mouth of the wastewater pipe They paid me in
necrophilia Death by glossolalia Moon bathing & faith art You and me we fall apart Not now or never Latex over leather Tinsel and wastewater She is me and I am
life No, we don't wastewater five Case in point without the jive Facing life in the eight-by In no way will you be a state guy Morals vanish as quick
of lives of toil Right after my eyes open Comes the wastewater stream My head becomes a sewer, oh! High pressure put me back to sleep A fake bliss That I
a savior Where were you when I was Down, out on the pavement Where were you when I was Drowning in the wastewater Minutes from death's cold hands It aint
but it's time that I get lost Wastewater wading through waiting to get on If you can take it I wish you luck living off of crumbs So wide awake
and hand in hand The streets get cleaned, and the mail gets sent From Wastewater to Calvary, the streets are so plain Jennifer Hindsight, you
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