Andromeda

GHOSTEMANE

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    I don't really want no weed (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no friends (hell yeah)
    I don't really need no whip (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no ends (hell yeah)

    I don't really want no weed (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no friends (hell yeah)
    I don't really need no whip (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no ends (hell yeah)

    I don't really want no bitch (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no top (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no hope (paah)
    I don't really want no hoe (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no life (hell yeah)
    I don't even really wanna die (hell yeah)
    I don't really wanna do shit, bitch
    World got me down and I wanna just quit (hell yeah)
    I don't wanna play no shows (hell yeah)
    I don't wanna make no clothes (hell yeah)
    I don't wanna write you a verse (bitch, yeah)
    I don't wanna talk no more

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    I don't really want no weed (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no friends (hell yeah)
    I don't really need no whip (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no ends (hell yeah)

    I don't really want no weed (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no friends (hell yeah)
    I don't really need no whip (hell yeah)
    I don't really want no ends (hell yeah)

    This world is a school
    No one expects to stay in school forever

    Sever the limbs off my torso and burn what remains
    Shouts out to Coheed
    I would not be alive if I gave in to one of the times
    That I wanted to be six feet deep beneath all of our feet
    I've given up on giving up I found a reason to be in hopes you will deify me
    I'm sick of writing I would rather be in andromeda
    That way it would take a billion years for you to find me

    Candle wax burns on her back in the shape of a pentacle

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    Composition: Ghostemane

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