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torr
torr
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torr
torr
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Patchymate
Patchymate
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torr
torr
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Patchymate
Patchymate
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My head's a hand grenade, by my design One dose of gamma-ray, I feel alive Ego contaminated, I'm with the guys So we'll shoot guns, do drugs, I worked it out So let me hit that drywall Bloodstains in my eyeballs Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you Just shoot guns, do drugs Paint me a quarterback, I'll play the game I went to tryouts and they yelled my stupid name They say I'm bottled up but I can't feel the shame 'Cause I built that wall of boys around me now So let me hit that drywall Bloodstains in my eyeballs Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you Just open up that door! I hit that drywall Bloodstains in my eyeballs Oh my God, I'm like all the rest of you Just shoot guns, do drugs Brace for the avalanche we're gonna die Let's trade security for playing shows outside Kill your dreams, if male validation is all that you need Being a man ain't all that it seems Yeah, by all means bro say what you need I'll never hear the end of it baby, please! You have no motivation to be what I be Put yourself in my shoes see what I see Grow up and play shit run into reality and face it Let me hit that drywall Bloodstains in my eyeballs Shut your mouth, I'm like all the rest of you Just open up that door! I hit that drywall Bloodstains in my eyeballs Oh my God, I'm like all the rest of you Just shoot guns, do drugs Oh, you know what? You know what? It's time to bring out, the big guns, let's go, who wants some?
Writer(s): Torr Edward Yatco, Patrick Williams Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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