(Ah)
Barely gone, barely here, uh
My team rarely ever fear none
Unless the woods start to get low
Then we-we pile up in the pick up to the store to get more
Slide under lavender skies
The blade is my disguise, you too early concealed your eyes
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See the shine on my side, now you got Stevie Wonders eyes
Churn with the deadboys go pick another side
Shift back and forth until your [?]
You never spent time on shit that really winds
Up and catapults you to a greater devine
"Stop, drop, and roll," I'm yelling it in the mirror
The human torch is here setting fire to my fears