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Hardcore Superstar Split Your Lip

way out, Too late to lie. I'll give you three steps, Time to shine For the last time I've to told you to split. Split your lip. Come see the beauty

: I'm on my way, I need it now. Last call for alcohol. My limitation, my only sin. Last call for alcohol. I don't want to crash and burn, And I never

put your guard up because she want a sick man Someday she will be your friend and break you down down again My friend You name me to the wanted if I don't answer your

me All your jealousy You don't really know me Damn I need something new I'm sick of being your tool Not my fantasy I'm not your clown I'm not your fool

to know How much How long Where do I belong How much How long Run to your mama 'Cause you can't stand the road You better run and leave us alone Run to your

: Why won't you let me be Shit seems to follow me You kick me to the ground Hit me if I make a sound Everyone's having fun Seems like no one cares Like

Why won't you let me be Shit seems to follow me You kick me to the ground Hit me if I make a sound Everyone's having fun Seems like no one cares Like

I wanna let you know That I don't care at all Oh baby don't you know That I don't care for Suck ups Fuck ups Who don't stand up Just like a hick up I

Don?t talk about moonshine; Don?t talk about white wine. I?m drawing a fine line, Sick, twisted, strange kind. I stick my tongue out, Feel stupid Don