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Like the wheels on my chair keep rolling

Adrenaline to keep me going

Writing about the gas I'm pumping

For whatever reason I'll keep going

I don't want no sharp no cropper

Through the fence no one will stop her

All the same things hit the walls

And I can't say I have the balls

The park at midnight they can't kick me

And the banana it has stabbed me

I can't touch them with

All the chill that's in my hands

Under your spell cause you matter

Blueprint on my brain scan

Steak knife broke the frying pan

Same old plan