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Friday night, I fry my mind by like 9
I'm trying to find a guided light, shining bright
Shy & blind, not wired right, like a time traveling machine
Here's our diagnosis
Boredom is fright
Destructive addictions
That keep the clock ticking
Are kindling when your dreams ignite
Ooh, ooh
What to do
passing stranger with handsome features, pretty face, kind eyes, some sweetness, something sharp

Reduced to getting used to getting by
Searching for some
Imma machine
Cleaning teeth with no Listerine
T-shirt is now tangerine
(Oh, that's the name of the song)
Earl sweat shirting enough
Yes, no shame and no
reaper

Plastic, toes, ancles, calves
Ripped apart from both feet
Knees, tighs, buttcheeks
Eaten by the vicious machine

Turn of the lever within the reach
McDonald's smile warms the hearts of all people regardless of race.
Color, creed, sex and social status
By opening three new McDonald's restaurants
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car, I sold it
If
Strange'
Lipstick on my collar, Oscar de la renta(y)
Your hijo pequeño, my nachos, bel grande
Stay sippin' that Andre
Spent 3 stacks, that's Andre
That
know why these man are
Messing with the team
When not even Rooney would risk it

You'll still see me
I go forward right by 3 3 3
I'm Jamie, don't watch J
overridden by your data protection interests, or (iii) your consent. Sometimes, we may be legally required to collect your information, or may need your
up so you don't make it
All arranged so you can't have it
All enclosed so you won't take it
Set in little pockets of isolation
Separated by
It was almost a year before she called him up
Three rings and an answering machine is what she got

If your callin' 'bout the car, I sold it
If
in that case, the part of the Grandfather will be played by,
huh, a bassoon....

Three French horns play the part of... uhm... three French horns...
have never liked math
To be equal you have to add or subtract
And I have never liked math
You are recognizable
As just another part in a vast machine
You
My job is killing me, I don't wanna be
Stuck in the routine, of a big machine
Days seem to hurry by, I'm wasting time
Boredom is the highlight of my
for the least deserving
Gettin fleeced by the regime yes the machine is workin
Spin the wool, used like tools and defeat they purpose
Ya flock
darkness
Some change is overdue
There's gotta be an easy way to spark this
Passion back in you
The day goes by and you don't move a muscle
So how much would
together

I Want my private space invaded
By a breathing being
Not some random generated
Words from a machine
If you are Johnny Cash can i be June
I hope we
Woke up at the time that I usually don't
Still it feels the same, the boredom in my bones
Wish I could have superpowers or some shit
Or I could just
spit
I walk with a limp cuz i just can't shake it
Between MRI machines and all  that shit
I really thought that the end was nigh, 'n i wasn't gonn' make
We are the designed failure

We are diseased
We are the rotting flesh
We are frail
We are designed to fail

So many lives taken
By this machine turning
three times in the hallway
Peel off your clothes
Socks last
Socks last
Stand naked and push your twig fingers
Through the wet bracken that storms by
fuckin' ass!
That shit is amazing! Wow! And I'm only on
Thirty-three percent
That charger is fufu i've been gone for
Three hours damn, that shit
Sounds
our kids
Too many brothers caged in the Pen
Engagin' a bid, enslaved by the pigs

If it wasn't for crooked cops that pop shots grazin' our wig
That

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