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Slipping past position
You know I watch you drive
Watching you painted in chrome Max Factor
And feeling number one

All alone now
I can see you a way to the drone
Radio waves hitting your brain from the phone
I can see

I can see what s on your mind
Cause your never alone
I am the voice inside your head
And the eyes in your radio
I m the eyes in your radio

Hello Mr. Racecar driver
You know I m watching you too
In the trauma room brain dead
Still you went faster
Now your number means nothing

Mr. Nickel-plated candy man
Are you feeling lifeless in aluminium
Splitting decisions to the core
As everyone dances in the fast lane

I can see what s on your mind
Cause your never alone
I am the voice inside your head
And the eyes in your radio
I m the eyes in your radio

With all that s fake, there s sense to make
From toys that break
It s time to throw away all the bad things that you hate
You scared yourself away
Now hate s what you appreciate

That s why people lie
People like you
That s why people lie
People like me
That s why people lie
People like you
That s why people lie
People like me
That s why people lie
So go away
That s why people lie
People like me
That s why people lie
People like you
That s why people lie

And the eyes in your radio
I m the eyes in your radio
With all that s fake, there s sense to make
From toys that break
With all that s fake, there s sense to make
From toys that break
With all that s fake, there s sense to make
From toys that break
With all that s fake, there s sense to make
From toys that break

I declare, that we re all just shit
And I believe, we ll die like it
I could try, to still (strong) remain
And realize, Anything is Mine, Anything is mine
...

Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you comin back?
Oh, Jimmy Mack, Jimmy
Oh, Jimmy Mack
When are you comin back?
My arms are missin you
My lips feel the same way too
I ve tried so...

Just a man. No more.
Maybe not what you were hoping for.
Made mistakes, God knows,
but I ve always tried for
something more.
If I try to explain
and the words don t come
that easy for me,
listen patiently
and I ll try to tell you
just how...

You wanna playhouse
Lets play

Yea
This ya boi pleasure
Baby blue
Slick em
Spectacular
And we are pretty ricky

(chorus)
We can play house and touch touch
Lay you on the couch and hunch hunch
Baby just shhhh hush hush
I m gon eat you body out like lunch lunch
(repeat)

Baby blue whoa
I ll be yo jamaican lover strokin in yo patwa
I...

Own life
Who is it there
Be scared
Another face in the mirror
is it right, this time
It s the face on the other site
I don t know
What s wrong
I gotta get it out of here
To...