It's a little mist off round here, round here, round here
No one told me to dress up, well you out, how?
This is pretty damn queer room shit, now we're stoked, we're stoked together to be real
I can see you're looking down on me and frowning and groaning
Oh I don't like this, why don't I like this?
Did it just to your stomach, girl I don't like this
It's a little fucked up to be stuck in here with you
Don't you think well now you're laughing at me
But you won't trap me, cause I know how to doubt your tricks
That's all I have
With me please do, take your time
Take your time, take your time
I'm real, I'm cool, I'm cool
Love me, but I'm feeling mean
And if I love you then I'll let you enjoy the wind
Cause if it's top top top top top top top top top top top top top top top
I'll let you be old cynical, critical
Oh lyricals, chemical, well probably you can't do better than that
I assure you, cause you could be
Old seminal, criminal, lemon-alime or
Peminal, criminal, lemon-alime or pep-bleclin
Oh no, I'm a let's-a go
And you're gonna tremble
Well, no, I'm not going anywhere
Cause I won't stay and stay
Tell me your secret tips
I'll let you taste my lips if I love you
But please, tell me how
Teach me how
Oh, mister
Can I call you Twister, huh?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
Guess who resurrected, guess who's infected
Guess who's trying to dump out the 지금까지
Boss framed off down the graph
But no, you never expected
Mister, and I never expected this
This is for your diagnosis
No, no, so high, but this is why
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