Lyrics:
In collapse the pinnate symmetry of kin spirals stag A mass scattered by absence and fragile ore Callow blades diffused in pine Magnified by
up the pinnate For you cousin's quincenera And when we dance, The snare drum comes out of nowhere But we're together, And they're playing
as a deterrent As a message to the people Who loves guns more than people It'll be an honor, to beat you to death like a pinnate Kill the killer with
like a pinnate So put down your sticks Nothings fixed Its just sauce without the pasta Lotta people looking pretty little Holding down their pride Lotta
a genie no wish She pour all the wock I was pissed That boy ain't bout violence no diss I pour me an eighth of the pinnate take risks I was down but I got
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