Ohthat I could bend my tongue outwardsLeave your lungs hurtingTuckin my shirt inPants I wear so wellCross your t s shirt smellsWorse than your lyin Caught my dad cryin Loose like the windFrom the rough we get parSleet city womanWaiting to sparI m Drowning for your thirstDrowning for your thirstDrowning for your thirstDrowning for your thirstGetting off the candelabraWe call her BarbaraBreeding like larvaShe rabble rousingDental surf combatGet out those hard-hatsAnd sing us some skatBlade gushers gushChained and perfumedI don t need a minister to call me a groomBut I m rattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rush makes you wanna say your prayersRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rush makes you wanna say your prayersRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rush makes you wanna say your prayersRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rushRattled by the rush makes you wanna say your prayers

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