Once a week before Saturday
Wakes up your clock
I'd find a way to sneak my reek
Inside of what is locked
Dulce Gabbana
I do wanna
Leave you but I can't
You might be worth
What I will burn
Irony at best
Fill my nose with rich man sugar
And time runs off the clock
To delegate between eight shoulders
Between eight ideas rot
Pigs lost the sent were off
The cleanest take we've seen
Alot of heys
That we eat
That is all that they can swing
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