I love the sheer cockiness of this song.
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Wanna see my past in flames,
Don't waste a drop baby, I ain't fussed.
Where I was born, no escape,
There, there ain't even no good/bad drugs.
In the city is it true?
If you don't, you act like you do?
Feast of fools. I can't wait,
Give 'em a taste of my misfit love.
Complicate. Encarcerate. Feel my heart
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