Fuss
Feel no shame, ripping lines
A beast to tame a warning sign
Self-proclaimed, make it rhyme
Hall of fame a time to shine
Shot in frame, you're feeling fine
Else to blame, to decline
Stays the same to walk in line
Counterclaim, intertwined
There is nothing I said that I don’t mean
As clear as it stitched as clear as it seem
There is nothing I said that I don’t mean
As neat as it stitched as clear as it seem
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Burn in flame, cool shirt line
Have no name, stay unbind
Got no aim, no, nevermind
First to the name, first to the kind
Numbers game, 69
Bloody shame, bloody shame
Turns out lame, wasting time
Since you came, she resigned
There is nothing I said (tired, choking, coughing)
There is nothing I said that I don’t mean
As neat as it stitched as clear as it seem
There is nothing I said that I don’t mean
As neat as it stitched as clear as it seem
Again
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All over again
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