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Sick Stomach acid spit Hair product split High fashion Calling it quits Oh they put me on the pedestal of love High above I will never say I do Never ever Quick Here we are land of the free Well don't they know you bought and paid for me Whatcha mean Guaranteed that my left rights is human Whatcha mean And we bow out on the floor And we're barely holding on And we burn like stars in the sky Setting our world on fire Take them in the other room let them do what they want Hey I wasn't finished talking I wasn't done running my mouth They say beauty is a coffin And I've just been spat out Whatcha mean guaranteed That my left rights is coated in green Whatcha mean We burn out into the morning Hey mister, mister pay me just a little bit more