{Kimya Dawson}:{Verse 1} I was feeling masterblasted lost my head I'm empty headed see and just because It's real to you it isn't not pretend to me and did you know my 'L Bro' taught me positively everything. I never didn't know about, double negativity. Have you been unfollowed for misogynistic pickiness? Sitting home alone, in a pool of your own stickiness. Jerking off to your own tweets, iPhone on the Shure. While you insult everybody else, for what you read on Twitter. {Kimya Dawson & OFC}:{x2}:{Chorus 1} My delivery is speedy, can you McFeel me? But now I'm in a drift, so appealing. Head is in the clouds, and my feet are on the ceiling. The foundation is much uglier, than what it is concealing. {Kimya Dawson}:{Verse 2} Here's a little bit, of Miami advice. For when your hand is down your pants, and there's a gun between your eyes. And she cocks it, the minute you cream your jeans you say: "Baby don't you wanna ride my sound machine?". She'll say: "No", but, she'll laugh and drop the gun I think, and say: "Do, you wanna hear the story behind my new ink?" and she'll say: "Hey little man, why can't you see there is no spark take off your socks, put on your shoes, go get eaten by a shark. If I don't set aside time, for writing songs I go insane. The stuff that's left unsaid, just turns to static in my brain. It's hard to get things done, when my head is full of craziness it's when I am the busiest, that I seem the laziness, I'm sending off my monkeys, on the backs of the ...
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