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Head first! Feet second Held back; but you keep steppin' Heard 'bout your last place And your roommates Situations... How could we get it? Push a daisy- With a red dot At your TED Talk, That's a real edit If i'm crazy, Just say that In the bathroom- Til' we feel better! Social creature I'm the monster- In the bleachers Lights are bright, We like to fight Bruise my hands, Blood on my sneakers Left for dead in some alcohol Shake their heads, but- they don't believe her Bloody hell don't sweat at all It's all the booming through the speakers! (KEEPS ME AWAKE!) Issue solver I heard you sleep with your revolver And you answer with your problems all the time But this Christmas in Harlem- I know I'll be calling You on- Your busy line Hey My head aches, When I get a little too much on my plate Got good balance from all this give and take Feel like i'm riding on a 6-speed with no brakes (So come get with me!) All the big times, got a short fuse You a hot mess, with a corkscrew I heard you got blessed, with a big bag Smoking Zig Zags, for your perfume Social creature I'm the monster- In the bleachers Lights are bright, We like to fight Bruise my hands, Blood on my sneakers Left for dead in some alcohol Shake their heads, but- they don't believe her Bloody hell don't sweat at all It's all the booming through the speakers! (KEEPS ME AWAKE!) Issue solver I heard you sleep with your revolver And you answer with your problems all the time But this Christmas in Harlem- I know I'll be calling You on- Your busy line
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