Deuce Deuce
Every day we are force fed with compiling stress
But not a single worry will ever cross me
Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
Do you like to lose control?
Sex, drugs, and death metal
Fill out the form and sign below, so
Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
What the fuck is up?
When everybody fucking talks shit
Everybody fucking talks shit
What the fuck, what the fuck is up?
When everybody fucking talks shit
Everybody fucking talks shit
What the fuck
Yeah we're gonna break it down like nobody ever has before
'Cause we're young and fucked up
Poppin' da blunts up, high in the dirty south
Until the breath is taken from my lungs
I'll be spittin' a fat-track attack like a rapper on crack
Lies gargle through my veins
Minds start to go insane
Where do we put the blame?
Emotion is just a fucking game
Oh, pieces are shattered
None of this mattered
Disregard the fine print
So do you like to lose control?
Sex, drugs, and death metal
Fill out the form and sign below, so
So choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
Oh, it's apparent
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, where my bitches?
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, it's apparent
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, where my bitches?
Haven't you figured us out by now?
But not a single worry will ever cross me
Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
Do you like to lose control?
Sex, drugs, and death metal
Fill out the form and sign below, so
Choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
What the fuck is up?
When everybody fucking talks shit
Everybody fucking talks shit
What the fuck, what the fuck is up?
When everybody fucking talks shit
Everybody fucking talks shit
What the fuck
Yeah we're gonna break it down like nobody ever has before
'Cause we're young and fucked up
Poppin' da blunts up, high in the dirty south
Until the breath is taken from my lungs
I'll be spittin' a fat-track attack like a rapper on crack
Lies gargle through my veins
Minds start to go insane
Where do we put the blame?
Emotion is just a fucking game
Oh, pieces are shattered
None of this mattered
Disregard the fine print
So do you like to lose control?
Sex, drugs, and death metal
Fill out the form and sign below, so
So choices mean vices, we all have our thing
The party's in session so crown me the king
Oh, it's apparent
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, where my bitches?
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, it's apparent
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Oh, where my bitches?
Haven't you figured us out by now?
Credits
Writer(s): Christopher Linck, Sean Heenan, Nader Salameh, Joseph Ollinger, Christopher Fronzak
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