an eye for eye and we'll be looking out for each other.
magic wand magic wand rescue my rotten mind.
Tis the fruit we picked from the tree, the tree.
high high high above the monkey bars we swing from vines.
money is no good here.
are we fools?
broke and humble
rich and confused
dream big she yells!
are we sell outs?
sitting there sucking up the air, like an abandoned chair, no remorse lives over here.
each and every eye will watch you die die die, no lie!
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