this is some bullshit i make in my room
This is that dope shit.
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Another mindless follower
Desperate to impress
Constantly morphing form, dialect, and dress
From rap to rock to rap to rock to rap and back
Whatever style gets the most chicks
You're so fucking shallow and fake
You cut yourself, but not on the wrist
And so the cycle goes on
There's nothing real about you
Constantly shifting form
But I can see right through you
From rap to rock to rap to rock to rap and back
Whatever style gets the most chicks
You're so fucking shallow and fake
You cut yourself, but not on the wrist
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