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Black tales, black this Black queers, black dears For a robbery Dead beat, dead heat Dead creep, dead beat The guys you like to meet Your style is always an erosion Your style is always in ruin Your face is always in the mirror, yeah Want your word, but you've got to need it But you got, but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Want your word but you've got to need it But you got but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Detonate, detonate Back chat, back in Back out, back down, back down to the ground Too slow, to grow It's fate to hate, you have got to Detonate, detonate Detonate, detonate Your style is always an erosion Your style is always in ruin Your face is always in the mirror, yeah Want your word, but you've got to need it But you got, but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Want your word but you've got to need it But you got but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Too slow, to grow It's fate to hate, you have got to Detonate, detonate Detonate, detonate Want your word but you've got to need it But you got but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Want your word but you've got to need it But you got but you can't believe it Got the wheels, yet you can't retrieve it Blow a candle but I feel it Detonate, detonate Detonate, detonate Detonate, detonate Detonate