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And then they realize (Realize)
They're consumed by pride (Pride)
You really tried to lie (Tried)
See the tears in your eyes
Shots at your back bitch (Kla

it, don't you doubt it
I've gone too far, to be just another android with the fanboys
 I aim to be the damn voice in the sandbox, give me the next slot

days for granted
Right in front of me but I didn't understand it
Yeah time is consumed it never ends
Now I gotta learn what the fuck to do with dividends

Something's Gotta Give

Pere Ubu

The Tenement Year

1988

Something's gotta give

Something's gotta give
Nations rise and fall,
Dentist appointments forgotten by great and small 
Mighty or humble,
Wise man

that the truth is welcome in heaven and as long as runnin with all my brethren 
Rocking shows gettin chose like elected if you got a slot we’re lookin

her like Vaseline
I hit her jackpot like a slot machine
I'm in her head oil sheen
Pussy tasting just like vanilla bean
I'm in her mouth like Listerine

a transformer
I pull up glocks spin yo block n it's over
I'm back at da slot put da glock in da sofa 
I don't ride impalas yeah fuck a toyota
Y'all smoking

the fee for a slot 
All I tell em is bring me a knot
Not the gang we leavin’ you out 
Smoking out of the bag it’s some za 
Put that shit on me that metal is

get
Game been on lock, so they paid the KXXXNG mortgages
And if they not, then they slot with unfortunates
Been outta sorts
But of course when they

getting better and I can tell
Know that I promised to make that appointment but
Every slot was full
Is this even fair to say
Why did they look at you that

to a diss song, I find it pointless
Book your appointment (It's so annoying)
It get annoying (It's so annoying)
30 shots, so much bullets you can't avoid it

doom
Boom into
An empty room
Full of body's
In a tomb
Everybody nobody's
Since the womb
My body
Is consumed
With evil
N hate
A never ending
Cerebral

and I would start humming melody lines into my phone.	
 	And I was just so consumed with what I would do after work, to get my Christmas songs done for

just don't care
And shake your hair
Shake your hair
Like you just don't care

Shopping cart, check out, paycheck, cash out,

slot machine, amazon,
Eiffel

Big Dipper

Death Grips

niggas on the moon

2014

Martyr for dollars, pull the slot strip-mall hollers buy a yacht
One for all all for not denial pays placebo bot
Kzap slap aristoclot traffickers

This for copy cats who piggy back
The slot been filled no changing that
9 lives but it's mine that they wish they had
Pussycats meow when it's roar

getting middled like interludes
Thots consumed
Out this cocoon finna bloom
So surreal Wes Pha-rrel up in Neptune
Interject, sexing in jets soon
George

Trapped by my own feed
Consumed by all the algorithm shows
But out of all the names we went with
I wonder why we went with
Cell phone hmmm woah
The problems

Dig It!

The Coup

Kill My Landlord

1993

Point Blank says, "Fuck five-oh!" That's the spirit
Cheer it, spat out, the fat that I consumed
Knew that I was doomed since my date of birth
To be

embrace me with your protective and shining arms
No longer will I fight with the swords of completeness
I'm soaked with infinity
I am consumed by

["loonie" repeated throughout the song]

[Verse 1: Classified]
Yeah, as I drop my coin into the slot machine
My eyes double in size, you can't stop