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 "Beggin For Thread"
 So I got edges that scratch
 And sometimes I don't got a filter
 But I'm so tired of eating all of my misspoken words
 I know my disposition gets confusing
 My disproportionate reactions fuse with my eager state
 That's why you wanna come out and play with me
 Yeah
 Why
 Why
 Why
 Stooped down and out
 You got me beggin for thread
 To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
 Stupidly think you had it under control
 Strapped down to something that you don't understand
 Don't know what you were getting yourself into
 You should have known
 Secretly, I think you knew
 I got some dirt on my shoes
 My words can come out as a pistol
 And I'm no good at aiming
 But I can aim it at you
 I know my actions, they may get confusing
 But my unstable ways is my solution to even space
 That's why you wanna come out and play with me, yeah
 Stooped down and out
 You got me beggin for thread
 To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
 Stupidly think you had it under control
 Strapped down to something that you don't understand
 Don't know what you were getting yourself into
 You should have known
 Secretly, I think you knew
 (Secretly I think you knew)
 Hold it out, whoa
 Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
 Hold it out, whoa
 Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
 Hold it out, whoa
 Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
 Hold it out, whoa
 Try to hide it out but my tracks are better
 Stooped down and out
 You got me beggin for thread
 To sew this hole up that you ripped in my head
 Stupidly think you had it under control
 Strapped down to something that you don't understand
 Don't know what you were getting yourself into
 You should have known
 Secretly, I think you knew
 (Secretly I think you knew)