The Fate of Many Things
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Lyrics
I'm trying to get off the plantation Farm raised me I was feral in the cages and beyond saving Low expectations I'm next up blatent Stress, chest Heart palpitations Greetings salutations I got patience and pure cadence Brick to nay sayers faces Another doomer in the basement Moving aggravated While these jesters think they're entertaining The poomps i gotta taste it
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Song Details
- Duration
- 01:04
- Key
- 9
- Tempo
- 120 BPM