The Mill

(Landfill)
 Run up the mill
 Chase the dollar bill, uh
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 Run up the mill
 Chase the dollar bill
 You don't wanna fuck around
 And die on that hill
 Keep your jitters steady, uh
 In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
 There's no damn confetti, yeah
 This party's getting messy, yeah
 I walk in, feelin' myself
 Riddin' myself of ill will
 I perk up, not on Perc'
 Fix yourself, that's the deal
 Creature staring at my glow
 Better flash and let 'em know
 How this go
 There's no out, only up
 That's for sure
 In the mix, grabbin' drinks
 Take a sip, let it sink
 What you think?
 Are you trippin'? Can you blink?
 Grab my knife, let it skin
 Let it blood, let it thin
 All that blood in the drink
 I think that it's turnin' pink, yeah
 Run up the mill
 Chase the dollar bill
 You don't wanna fuck around
 And die on that hill
 Keep your jitters steady, uh
 In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
 There's no damn confetti, yeah
 This party's getting messy, yeah
 All this noise got me buggin' in my sleep, sit still
 All this walkin' got me achin' in my ankle, let's chill
 All this chatter got me chatty when the opposite is real
 All these thoughts circling 'round like I'm runnin' through the field
 In the midst of all the pressure
 It can garner out some steel
 Like machinery at work
 Nothing cares 'bout how you feel
 When you're achin' in the habit of what works
 Don't you know?
 That there's always something else
 Something unlike of before
 Run up the mill
 Chase the dollar bill
 You don't wanna fuck around
 And die on that hill
 Keep your jitters steady
 In the morning, gotta get ready, uh
 There's no damn confetti, yeah
 This party's getting messy, yeah
 Run up the mill
 Chase the dollar bill
 You don't wanna fuck around
 And die on that hill
 Keep your jitters steady
 In the morning, gotta get ready, yeah
 There's no damn confetti, yeah
 This party's getting messy, yeah