Lyrics:
Covid Co-morbid Covid Who's really dying from it Covid Co-morbid Covid Who's really dying from it Got questions With no answers Dont be that guy Dont
behind a partition We're in a morbid position A plague of evictions Born a comorbid condition Of the cancer of wealth I fantasize that I cancel myself
Fuck a Bitch who thinks it's cute to be like me Fat fucking tiddies and an ego like a drag queen Comorbid cunt wanna dress like a slut Fake it till you
Full of ideas They're all illusions That's not what they said Trapped in delusions and Filled with regret Comorbid muses telling me To forget But I
Co-habitants, co-morbid Don't be so unpleasant All you want in 60 seconds Don't be afraid of it Give me just a sign, 'cause I'm wasting time I've been waiting
at Baptisten gnir henda sine og smiler når vi krysser August av kalender n med barberkniven. Hyperaktiv-Bipolar2-Post-Traumatisert-Sosiopat'. Co-Morbid
and hate These things are not comorbid, but somehow they still relate And for it to get better, we have to sit back and not wait I'm just saying, let my
Fuck a bitch who thinks it's cute to be like mе Fat fucking tiddies and an ego like a drag queen Co-morbid cunt wanna drеss like a slut Fake it till you
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