I found these plastic parts and wires Let's split me open at the seams And rip out everything inside Make room for all these new machines Sew me up and
Handyman I pack tool I been shitty, I'm from the veils of the city And just because my outfit match don't make me pretty Baggy Dun Gurees, dick need room to breathe
did I drink it? Or was it somethin' I was doin that I did or did not think it? Watchin' her breathe through a hose in her nose Whats this EKG machine
love machine Oh, to give you motivation Oh, I'm just a love machine Oh, I'm just a love machine Oh, to give you motivation Oh, I'm just a love machine
As their children cry Death machine in motion As the emperors dress The seeds of mass destruction Have been sown So take your last breath It's the last
I never thought I'd be the one who took the fall I got lost in the moment, assholes like to test the limit Six minutes down, breathing machine, brain
Used to dream of time machines Now it's been said we're post everything As a child, imagining Neckties and coastlines I've seen the show, man, what a
that is your favorite to be touched? And does he cry through broken sentences That I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath
's written all over my face And no one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter But sometimes that's just the most comfortable place So I'm drinking, breathing
now it's written all over my face No one ever plans to sleep out in the gutter Sometimes that's just the most comfortable place So I'm drinking, breathing
that is your favourite to be touched and does he cry through broken sentences like I love you far too much? Does he lay awake listening to your breath
I don't need a shiny new diamond ring I don't need to meet nobody else I just need a little time for myself 'Cause I'm only human, I'm no machine I
' locks Nigga you know my Steez' Spitta Andretti, Pedal foot heavy you know I speed Minus the busing, Keano Reeves Twistin them Fern-gully trees, Bitch breathe
one tonight fo yo sorrows Daddy Fat Sacks back on the scene Money shot to a Three movies But everything's straight like 9:15 It's back to the time machine
'cause I tell him If he can hear me, to squeeze my hand and he squeezes So I tell him some things Don't let them machines help you breathe, don't leave
u kno i stay in pimp mode ya let her go let her go let her go yea pimp mode pimp mode she dont wanna leave, u gotta let her breath baby u wanna stay,
to mornin' Then we do it again, it's adrenaline What we spit, beautiful and grotesque Swim with us in the abyss to the deep depths Take a deep breath