New Apple Taste - Don't You Overcry | Текст песни

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• New Apple Taste
• Don't You Overcry

I would like to stab you but don't you overcry
I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Empale you face through but don't you overcry
Mentally frustrate you but don’t you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high

You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing right?
You getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing huh?
you getting fancy but you ain't saying nothing man
I'm telling you it's something step it up don't give me nothing,
None of the above, show me some love man,
A little sentimental could go a long way
Hell no! no way! And as I listen to you talk insane?
Claim my name that you proclaim?
Please play the game
Get it off my back, I need to scratch,
Your voice sounds like a motown of an old school phonograph,
Get your ass crack with a flat stack, photograph that,
Get a fax, hold it up, bring that back,
Watch me ABC like Shaq, Kobe Bryant Brown Griffin,
You know the difference between a slave and assistance, whut?
I cause the dissonance so I can understand it,
Wrap around and hand it, jerky in a sandwich,
Hot sauce mouth burning while I'm a get the last bit,
Piece this puzzle, trying to be humble,
As I walk around a mumble, tumble up and make me fumble,
Trouble down, as the laboratory bubbles, hamster in a circle
Dictionary, a lollipop for Harry, I'm never talking crazy,
Man I tell you please believe me

I would like to stab you but don't you overcry
I would bash your brains out but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
The Boogey Man just came through but don't you overcry
Don't worry buddy, I need you but don't you overcry
Just a second I'll try, before we get high
Just a second I'll try, before we get high

Back brain, halogen, hallucinate, remembering
Forget the time, remember time
Cross these digits, cross these lines, circle mind, my circle's fine
Stop lying man, get a hold of yourself, breath in, breath out
As a stick it down your mouth
Enough is enough man, calm the fuck down
The abyss and this morbid shit's irrelevant
But I need some oxygen, I can't breath, my hair falling off
What's this rash on my knee?
You just fine, make it bleed, shut the fuck up
What? You can't man, I'm loud as fuck
Get some god damn medicine
It's only a couple of bucks, what the fuck?
Take orders from nobody man, I run the job
You're just my stupid brain, you don't control my body
If you ain't the brain? Then who the hell I'm I? I mean you or I?
Keep crying, keep trying
And I'll be telling the truth at the same time lying
Creeping up where you last expect with perfect timing.

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