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Couldn't believe what the style was

Turn the car around and start a fuss

Criss cross your words and play pretend

Should have screamed then let go to comprehend

I see all that you stood for

but what was it good for?

Should have gotten high and tossed the bowl

Corrupted your mask, give it a good throw.

I would've laughed to myself seeing you try;

Silence stricken, torturing your mind.

I wonder if you got that call from that lady

You turn to me and call me crazy

Figuring you out is like a maze

Turning in your seat, you're locked in my cage;

I ate the key, I'm sorry fucker.

You stroke the dial and try to block her.

I trust you won't forget this time

I got my friend, it's a '45.

You're not gonna get the best of me,

remember I got you locked away...