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Uh, uh
 I'm getting cold sweats in my room
 It ain't occur to me, I got some catching up to do
 And don't forgive me or you're screwed
 Walk on your back like I was tryna raise a mummy, Doom
 I don't wanna make it
 I have some tricks that wouldn't work if I was really famous
 I do not leave my house at night for food, I think it's dangerous
 If I were stabbed or killed in traffic, that'd really suck (Fuck)
 My dad gets paid to fine people, he brings the notice to the door
 The swinger of the hammer, my father, he is not the source
 We gotta makе a living, life ain't easy to afford
 Aired by a boy, I guеss I'm-
 You still miss your ex, I could be your next one
 I could be a fine one, I might get you hexed
 Speak about myself a lot, that's how I connect
 Wanna pay my people living check to check to check
 I hope they-
 And I hope [?] hears it too
 Ex-friends in their twenties fuck me over out the blue
 Said I'm doing better, I'm still screaming at the roof
 Still the mediator, ain't no time to be confused
 My advice to anyone in my position
 You never gotta listen, fuck that girl, be glad you didn't
 I miss when things weren't this way
 I'm molded by the minute
 I'm colder by the minute
 I'm losing faith in minutes