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Caught up for a minute but I'm back now

You can catch me rippin' two wheels and it's blacked out

Sometimes I might sip until I pass out

Demon on my shoulder in control of how I act now

Ay, seven-six-two, leave your whole body blue

I ain't got time so you better stick and move

Feel like MJ cause I'm criminally smooth

Pocket full of hollows, I might let some of em loose

I-I-I- I would tell em all to leave if I could speak at my own funeral

Adios, see ya later, cheerio, then go home and have a bowl of cereal