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    Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit
    Met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket
    Everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it
    Flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit
    Heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets
    Trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it

    Prove ‘em wrong, who the fuck they gonna doubt now?
    About to take off, where’s my motherfucking countdown?
    I’ll be getting what I wanted, been rewarded
    I’ma stay in my own lane until the day I’m in a coffin
    After that I’ll stick around, the underground becoming haunted
    I’ve been loving what I got and if I got it I’ma flaunt it

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    Dumb shit you’ve been buying with your cash flow
    You’d be better off fucking wiping up your asshole
    Going dummy with your money, ain’t shit funny
    There are people in the world, they’re fucking dying, going hungry
    You could spare a couple dollars till their tummies looking chubby
    I’ll be giving fucking lectures like professors acting nutty

    Run around like I’m hot shit in the mosh pit
    Met a goth bitch, now she’s fucking sucking on my rocket
    Everyone’s the same, all you lames better stop it
    Flyer than a plane and my brain is the cockpit
    Heart too full, bitch, it’s nothing like my pockets
    Trapped inside a heart-shaped box and I’ma lock it

    I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky like a rocket
    I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, I’ll be flying to Orion like a rocket
    I’ma rock it, I’ma rock it, come alive in the sky, I’m a rocket

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    Composition: Joe Avicolli

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