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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Planet B
Planet B
Performer
Kent Osborne
Kent Osborne
Rap
Luke Henshaw
Luke Henshaw
Sampler
Justin Pearson
Justin Pearson
Lead Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Kent Osborne
Kent Osborne
Songwriter
Luke Henshaw
Luke Henshaw
Songwriter
Justin Pearson
Justin Pearson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Luke Henshaw
Luke Henshaw
Producer

Lyrics

Camouflage - The melanin of war.
Camouflage - Wipes shit on floor.
Camouflage - Dead skin can not restore.
and Sabotage - Trap door is a door.
Entourage - Timing is not four four.
Entourage - Call it a bore.
Entourage - I just see an I sore.
Can not dislodge - Can they ignore? 
The mirage - Mom will call it a chore.
The mirage - Crawl to stand for.
The mirage - (Un)original sin more.
Get out of dodge - Broke accounts for. 
Crap in your drawer.
Can't keep the score.
Nothing before?
Is this uncalled for? 
More!
Do you really need more?  
Nothing makes sense.
Filled with regret.
Run to the edge.
Die & repent.
What is that scent? 
Smells like the reaper.
Fuck up society step in my creepers.
Spitting the ether.
Fuck my demeanor.
Demons interrogate, murder my people.
Decimate anyone living and leeching.
I don't respect ya, you live for no reason.
Fucked up every night.
USA ain't right.
Count my days.
Do or die.
Built a name from sacrifice.
Yeah, I need.
Don't understand southern drawl.
Binge watch, excrete cholesterol. 
Uncle Neanderthal knows the long haul. 
Rubbed sticks to burn down Shitty Hall.
Written by: Justin Pearson, Kent Osborne, Luke Henshaw

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