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Loser feat. Lucifer


8 years old

pulled teeth mambo

bball shorts

and dress shirt combo

 

wearing heelies

with no wheels

sold my soul 

and made a deal

 

fith grader

5 foot 7

still no teeth

high water heaven

 

xbox friendship

level limbo

still a mess

flaky devil

 

pre-teenage

wanna be dead

still two teeth

missing from my head

 

braces bulging

heart is aching

wait 3 years

and i'll be thanking

 

i'm not afriad of lucy

lucy is my friend

made a trade with the devil

hocked a loogie in his hand

then we high fived

 

thought i sold my soul for beauty

baphomet had me suffer instead

to teach me the myth of pretty girl girly

was all inside my thick thick head

 

im not afraid of lucy

lucy is my friend

made a trade with the devil

hocked a loogie in his hand

then we high fived

 

 

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<p>Powerful expression!&nbsp;</p>

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