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And fill up your pockets, yeah
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of fire, evil that lives within
What have I become?

Liquid poison core, of this new, generation
Hypnotized, by technology
Life system is disconnected 

I

love the Bass still master the Treble
Does heaven have a ghetto like hell got a bethel
Does fire soothe or sting like nettle
Rough like a knife or soft

and racks built to aid her transformation
She'd rather live her life as a household decoration
Paranoid by freedom she prefers her fantasy
To be a sexy chair

to the beat grindin'
Stolen hovercraft draggin' a bass stab behind it

Every little phrase is designed for y'all to rewind it
Every brittle phase has

Feelin’ something deep down in my soul
Taken by the rhythm, I'm about to lose control
It's the bass, the snare
The scent of marijuana in the air, hands

Feelin’ something deep down in my soul
Taken by the rhythm, I'm about to lose control
It's the bass, the snare
The scent of marijuana in the air, hands

race come to end
Face looking worn dazed in a mist
Shame run it's course make one with it
Chained to the porch staved off the friends
Bass is a war same