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I skid like Rita lifted ocean
I drift like my planet don't spin
I skid all over marks like I'm haunted
Rev it up, twirl my la-la like profits
It's never much, I'm war-torn in the cockpit
Don't interrupt, my turbulence slaps
My path massive, demands panoramic
Massive
♥♥♥♥♥♥, you're ten thousand leagues subzero sweat dripping
My Hancock do-rag riptides like tent city
Standoff through lowlands eerie silencing
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
Peel out, press me to magnetic slab
Severe swerving, I tow lag
Off uncertainty 'til your zipper locks
My salvia silhouette commence shots
Sixty shots a second on a hexed clock
I strike 'tween each time your solar plex drops
Spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes, spikes
I'm skidding out
I can't help yourself, I skid in doubt
I've dealt with yourself, I tricked hell out
I'm all helter-skelter, I'm on that Faust
None of me left but reflex skidding out
Pulse in my chest feel like it's fixing to bounce
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