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johnny tra$h - cleopatra lyrics

ain’t got a type unless you type as i spit
all work, no play + makes johnny sick
(4x)

used to max it over budget
but i been stayin’ on top of it
used to k!ll all of my pain with a pipe and a pill
now i just swallow it
just some of this and then that
oh look at the time + that’s a wrap
the beatles, they keep on juicin’ you
don’t say it three times or they’ll voodoo you
bioexoricism, technicolor painted + i’m holdin’ it steady
tellin’ sherwin williams not to sweat it
we covered the planet already
sick and tired, tired and p+ssed
p+ss and moan a little less like the rest
three percent, chеck ya neck
and punch the clock with both fists
to connect a itch to thе scratch, light a match
cauterize and stop all the bleedin’ unless it’s the truth pourin’ out
on a transcendentalism tip
thankin’ god, the academy, and david lynch
in other words, each time that you cut me out
i’m growing back through the fence
my roots firm behind the curtain
the wizard done figured you out
up in the trap, it left you hurtin’
a junkie just runnin’ his mouth
cleopatra with the bowl cut +
she was the queen of denial
slowly paddled down the river
and i looked back with a smile
ain’t got a type unless you type as i spit
all work, no play + makes johnny sick
(4x)

incessant buzzing bubbly laughter
the deluge that daily ensued
groundhog, revolving chapter
no patience, no silence, no muse
barometric pressure rising
faithless beauty based on science
pr+ne to waste; say “yes, your highness”
cue the sequel, take a ride, then +
guerilla radio, do you turn up to eleven?
i think i forgot that when i mix the elixir up, i am a weapon
im’a keep it rotisserie
you know i keep it so slippery
i am the b+st+rd son of college debt and the bible
oh, what a mystery
lazy cats are laughin’, lurkin’
waning, waxing, clocks reversin’
just a spark in nature set ablaze the forest where we slept
it’s the beat of my own drum
reckless and bulletproof; on the rocks before breakfast
comin’ out the woodwork with no setlist
keepin’ it real with rough edges
meanwhile, you still up the creek wrapped up in harlequin’s necklace
cleopatra on a mattress
pulled up at the wrong address
ain’t got a type unless you type as i spit
all work, no play + makes johnny sick
(4x)

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