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(álbum: Kiss My Super Bowl Ring - 2020)


I'm just another fucking american addict
Taking stabs at the light feeling like I can grab it
I see you sucking on nostalgia's cock
So I break in through the back like I forgot how to knock
Standing up wobbly piss the spit off the toilet seat
You get what you give used to give a lot of shit for free
I've got a big gulp, full of defects
But I'm the real thing and you're a bounced check
Bounced checks always end up in the trash

I can flip on a dime fuck up my whole image
Get a new paint job, a brand new finish
Just to snuggle up with the right kind of people
Find me all set up with the right kind of
But this is not the case nor would I consider this
Put my spirit on a hold to join the fucking circus
Just to snuggle up with the right kind of people
Find me all set up with the right kind of

Snakes in the grass try'na bite me
I'm smiling back at 'em slightly impolitely
I'm a lover not a fighter but I will bark at a biter
And I don't care if they don't like me
I'm one of those
Grown ass children smiling through my crying, parents slowly dying
I pay half the bills and keep shining, back to grinding
We don't get to have nice things for very long
I came out to your city, got a bag and went home

He saw I was a star, he said he could get me far
Then my hard work paid for his new car
While I was still living with my mom's off credit cards
I said 'come out to my show' he said 'nah.'
Well, well, well... what a typical story
Zero-sum lifestyle so corny
It's a new day good morning
Can't follow some lane that ain't for me

I can flip on a dime fuck up my whole image
Get a new paint job, a brand new finish
Just to snuggle up with the right kind of people
Find me all set up with the right kind of
But this is not the case nor would I consider this
Put my spirit on a hold to join the fucking circus
Just to snuggle up with the right kind of people
Find me all set up with the right kind of

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