Transcription: I'm only a triple I gotta do Can't do Can't do triple I gotta do Can't do Can't do triple I gotta do To put out my favorite part I am dying in the way Take a look at our towers They're trusting in their lies Sittin' with a little empty little booze On them daisies we'll lose All fixed up on where we need People trippin' in the way I don't have my sand, I'm not I'm not dead and I'm not for sale So keep your bankroll on me, just turn that back like hay Fake the heat and scratch your ears She's skinned up her knees and soft her lips I'll breathe the light, things pay for life And when you're feel ...
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