I cannot conversate with none of you
I been walking around like I'm bulletproof
Lately I've been feeling like I'm bulletproof
I've been on my shit since you left, I don't fuck with you
Lights dim down and the silence grips
Real close to tell her what is that sound, not yet
Let me go, I don't wanna fucking die right now
I got hoes and they trying to suck me dry righ
Foreign life forms, inventory
Suspended state of cryogenics
Selective amnesia's the story
Believed, foretold, but who would suspect?
The military intelligence
Two words combined that can't make sense
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