I don’t believe in heaven
I am my very own creator
God bless the sense of humor
And hot it’s doing us a favor
You got it, yeah, you got it
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bite over your lip
The whiter is the rabbit
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the brighter it’ll bleed
Spin the wheel or square with blindmen
Who sell piles in a pit
Yeah you got it
Yeah, yay, yeah
Behold the pure intention
Behold the elegant delivery
As bright as my emotion
The sky put on a show that evening
You got it, yeah, you got it
-
bite over your lip
The whiter is the rabbit
-
the brighter it’ll bleed
Spin the wheel or square with blindmen
Who sell piles in a pit
Yeah you got it
Yeah, yay, yeah
