Have a feeling in my pit This time might be it A sixth sense, truth hits Lickity-Split, cash in your chits Masked, never gonna admit just gonna quit Feelings, delete, o-mit I ain’t never been mad Just feel bad, fucking sad Fantasy, wasn’t meant to be had So .. bloody sad Geared up, Armour clad You choosing the helipad Threw away the codes to the launch pad Can’t say, I don’t understand Feels shitty here in Never ever land Sinking in the quicksand Parched in a dry land Moonlit, I’ll bathe and sit Won’t pitch a fit I’ll submit, transmit, retrofit Find my grit To myself I will re-commit I ain’t never been mad Just feel bad, fucking sad Fantasy, wasn’t meant to be had So .. bloody sad (Masked, never gonna admit) (Feelings, delete, o-mit) (Geared up, Armour clad) (Threw away the codes to the launch pad) (Can’t say, I don’t understand) (Feels shitty here in Never ever land) (Moonlit, I’ll bathe and sit) (Find my grit) (To myself I will re-commit) I ain’t never been mad Just feel bad, fucking sad Fantasy, wasn’t meant to be had So .. bloody sad
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