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Mauro Fieschi
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Lost
I'm gonna get wasted, very much wasted With a carton and a pot to stir some color, aaah! A few hours in and a bit smothered Chief's coming on Tuesday and no another
I'm gonna get wasted, very much wasted Cause I didn't know I was going to get tested But I know how much you've invested So for assets sake just let me get wasted
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
I'm sorry mom, that I can't give you calm I'm sorry friends, cause I'm dropping my bombs I'm sorry god, for disappointing my mom I'm sorry world, you slipped from my arms
Can't hide, can't hide from chief chief will find me I'll let this bottle right here to defend and define me Chief's bad and doesn't let me dream Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com But with this bottle right here I won't let her in
I plan the massacre of all my brain cells But I can't open my eyes and yell Drowned in the bag over my head I am waiting I'll see you all in hell
Sometimes I lock myself quietly I stare at the wall holding my anxiety I'm in my room grasping frightfully Praying to the air waiting for dynasty Every day I'm waking up the neighbors They just don't know a thing about my nature I don't ever, I don't ever want to sleep I'm a sailor lost aloft and crazy I can flavor
I walk the streets early in the mornings It's all a blackout I followed no warnings I steal my cousin's bike and ride, motherfucker! Go to people's houses and fire all the gutters
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