Can you breath in this air?
Are you sure its not polluted by by their shiiit talkin'?
No commmon sense runs through your mind!
You'r eyes tell me you're not jokin'.
My hands are bound, my eyes are blind.
This air makes me tipsyyyyyyy.
TIPSY!
Our heads feel like there swimmin'.
A look tells me were not lyin'.
My fingers are numb from the pain of looosiiin
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