All I have

I could never trust a walking soul to get close
Trying me wouldn't be smart, you getting poked (yeah!)
Holes through your body, let them stitch you closed
Every hole until your soul starts to implode
You wanna hate me? Go ahead, your basic
You wanna fight me? Oh well, I'm waiting
They wanna make me so fucking toxic
But don't even know the point that their stating

Eat dried up shit
Bitches claiming they're loyal 'til they get to switching
That boy acting hard, but he snitching
Murk up the fuck, make his body start twitching

Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)

Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)

Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)
Get a fucking grip (yeah)

Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)
Don't lose control (yeah)



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