Scab

Smith

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    Air so, so hot when you breathe in
    It fills your lungs up with weight and
    Moves you slowly, but like a fuckin' train
    It barrels you along like you don't exist, oh
    Pangs of loneliness
    So sharp I check for blood
    Put two fingers to my throat
    To make sure I still have a pulse

    Spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I'm a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    Look like a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I wish it weren't
    But it's the way it is

    It's how it looks from the outside
    Looking in
    It's hard to tell what's going on
    With motives so murky and dark
    Never clear oh, yeah

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    Well, I'd like to say that I forget
    But I remеmber everything
    I rеmember what I did
    I remember all I said
    I'm just a

    Spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I'm a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    Look like a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I wish it weren't
    But it's the way it is

    A total knockout
    By myself
    With me as a contender, I won't need anyone else's help
    I'm sure I'll get it either way
    I try to remember things almost always aren't what they seem
    Just like that
    Blood from a stone
    Just like that

    Spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I'm a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    Look like a spoiled stupid little cunt ass bitch
    I wish it weren't
    But it's the way it is

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