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well i'm starving for attention and i'm looking for perfection and my only opposition is my lack of motivation but i'm looking for an in but i'm pissin

a little fire in the sky if i hear that song one more time i'll stick a fork right in my eye another round and a pickled egg a truck pulled up with a

listen to me its a 100 degrees and still you've got your leather jacket on to be in vogue who cares if the heat is on i know it sure looks nice take over

gutterball Future, arrestin' in the good times Livin life on the West Side Learnin about nintendo games Stories, how with your pocket change Re-inverse my dividends Down with

The girls look really sad Like a trucker who's breath Was smelling bad from Corn nuts and Cokes and Cigarettes Like an orphan Or kids who have turrets

well i'm starving for attention and i'm looking for perfection and my only opposition is my lack of motivation but i'm looking for an in but i'm pissin

Cram it up your ass [x3] Ass ass ass I just spread my juice [x3] Juice juice juice Cram it up your ass [x3] Ass ass ass I just spread my juice [x3] Juice

listen to me its a 100 degrees and still you've got your leather jacket on i know it sure looks nice like sugar and some spikes to be in vogue who cares

you can't predict if she'll stay or go if she speaks again its a brick i'll throw don't you know her voice will make you want to hang yourself but something