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Straight Down Straighten me out Leave Now We’re found out Sing me to sleep, rest me on your Bedside table; a collector’s horde Strewn out, unlabelled
home just like a mafuckin Crusader I sound crazy, yo shoutout to my neighbours You get it unlabelled, check if it's tapered Or you just might go meet
buttoned collars Tight buttoned minds Unlabelled becomes hard to find I sell out for nothing I rent myself now There ain't nothing you can't buy Remain
Yeah Unlabelled shoutout Andy Shoutout Noah Shoutout Nick and shoutout Bryan all the boys here You know how we comin Yeah I really think we don't
no labels Man fuck the title But for this make believe I'm putting my cards on the table Leave us leave us unlabelled Man fuck the title Baby put your
bolted and left me an unlabelled burden I'm bound to my time like cukes to a new brine, or brawn to an old one Besides I have no time to explain how I
my clothing's all unlabelled And my thoughts have been disabled And I've got dog shit for a brain Yeah I get fed up I'm so tired of giving a fuck
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