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the babysitter's dead, nigga Glory be, Lord to be Fashion so fucking unorderly Move accordingly, don't order me You poorer than me, more can afford the fee Word
takin' everything, it ain't no need for askin' Got the headbangin' beats, so nigga pass the aspirin We bumrushin' the door in an un-orderly fashion
stay where that border be We swav'n unorderly We pay cuz it's more to eat This paper be morphing me Been eaten since I been eating This a second course
the power to redefine what love means What is love but unorderly death The thoughts of an author, poured into text More than just sex and maudlin stress
thirteen Don't ignore the beast Two two three got a big 4-0 45 36 got Four of these Bored with these I need more of these Unorderly I can sorta see How
like me Now I'm acting un-orderly, ain't no leaving quietly Tired of all the faking shit, no acting like it's Spike Lee Benji been that bitch and these
acting unorderly And it doesn't even seem to matter how hard I try Still end up in the same places And I wake in a haze and I turn around And I see this
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