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Losing Rights Fueled By Media Outcry
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| John put me in your arms, and motherfucker within the tree. | |
| I just got a freaking out from the media. | |
| Oh, rise. | |
| But tell me what you're fired. | |
| I'm thinking no fire. | |
| You'll be diagnosed and the beats that another time. | |
| Any obvious or hiding? | |
| Light in my head. | |
| Just wanna go to work. | |
| 50% loose. | |
| I'm feeling about your work. | |
| Truck and win by a landslide. | |
| Because of a bet, our economy died. | |
| All devs wanna do is tax all. | |
| While Gabe said his kid wanna match all. | |
| So did you shake it? | |
| We needed to know who you get information from. | |
| They got us in the fucking revelation son. | |
| With our Brother told me he found cheese from the regular chicken fans. | |
| He can't work around your day in plant ya. | |
| And it can't buy itself, they'll be marked ya. | |
| They keep pushing vets, there's no stopping. | |
| Getting DNA from all this swamp it. | |
| Spread out the mouth, go and sell the cell. | |
| Diagnose 19, but you're not feeling well. | |
| Well, when you can't go out, clear your mind. | |
| And they see you spread if you go outside. | |
| Believe me, where my keys get lit. | |
| And it asks where the population feels a bit. | |
| Well, I think I'm losing my rights. | |
| This time, there's a time of losing my rights. | |
| Time is a time of losing my rights. | |
| Yeah. | |