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ecid - 3633 lyrics

[intro:]
i feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
let’s runaway! it’s in my dna
& if i die today i’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
dressed for the job i want not the job i quit
and i quit giving a sh-t a long time ago
self destructive but it’s my style though
pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
stashed in a duffle bag
let’s runaway! it’s in my dna
& if i die today i’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this

[hook:]
i’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
i’m a kamikaze rebel i sting when i touch so don’t feel insulted
i’ve never been considerate of my electro magnetic pulses
i’m a kamikaze rebel i sting when i touch so don’t feel insulted

[verse 1:]
at the end of the day it’s only against you
play how you wanna play til’ the game suspends you
i’m the piece of sh-t on the breakfast menu
chew me up and spit me out in a burning venue
i’m attracted to the concept of burning alive
barefoot in the pits of h-ll but i don’t wanna die
i wanna feel like how i’d feel if i could really fly
but i’ll settle for the bliss of a psilocybin high
hi, wanna go for a ride on my coattails?
i’m the captain of sailboat with no sales
red carpet chemtrails and drive thru drone strikes
stealing the leading role in every movie ya don’t like

[pre-hook:]
3633 33rd ave
s-x, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
this is our city, win or lose!
we’re not interested in fitting in with you

[verse 2:]
i never learned how to dance so i stand there and act
like i’m going down on the devils girlfriend
it’s last call on earth all we got is the dirt
and our dirty bodies to flirt with until the world ends
so what you gonna do? stock up on boxed food
and throw molotov c-cktails at cops too?
might as well raise h-ll instead of toddlers
believe your own bullsh-t and make it rain dollars
i wrote this verse to the rhythm of barking dogs
freaking out the locals in a wal-mart parking lot
mountain pose in my zone til security carts me off
suck my sh-t eating grin until the party stops

[pre-hook:]
3633 33rd ave
s-x, weed & yoga team that’s where we’re at!
this is our city, win or lose!
we’re not interested in fitting in with you

[outro:]
i feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
let’s runaway! it’s in my dna
& if i die today i’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this
dressed for the job i want not the job i quit
and i quit giving a sh-t a long time ago
self destructive but it’s my style though
pheromone heavy it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
it’s my style ho
i feel like a million in cash
stashed in a duffle bag
let’s runaway! it’s in my dna
& if i die today i’d be proud to get caught dead looking like this

- ecid lyrics

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