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Track 2 / The American Classic EP
a man who has it all could surely want nothing else, the weight of all my loathing holds all of my wealth.
message clear drilled into my head, thrill could fix the likes of my kind, i,
never thought it'd get this bad
(get this bad, i)
I'll take all that I can carry, Ill take all thats mine
Vault door heavy, swing shut as it closes, leaving me trapped inside
in my mind
locked in with the money (money)
that I never wanted anyways
locked in with all of the rest,
I never wanted anything
black on black
ski mask and a duffle bag,
handgun mouth 9 rounds with a name tag
teller drawer, fast grab, exactly like I shouldnt have
back door, alley way, you havent seen a thing just
let me be
locked in with the money (money)
that I never wanted anyways
locked in with all of the rest,
I never wanted anything
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