Bathin in the glory, I love my story
I jumped inside the blender, now drink me
Bathin in the glory, I love my story
Rage against the reflection
Bathin in the glory, I love my story
Buy this shit stained product infection
Bathin in the glory, I love my story
Wax and wane, and wax wane, I wanna soak up the glory
Wax and wane, and wax wane, I wanna soak up the glory
Yeah turn on my right hand (that's my trope)
Yeah turn on my right hand (that's my trope)
You know the price ain't right, and if I spin this hype
Then I'm award winning actor man
Yeah turn on my right hand
Push with your clout, pull the mud out your mouth man
I'm only christening what's mine
You come back once and then the second time for blood
I'm terribly wasted
You're coming to pieces
Lets get fucking naked
And fall off the deep end
That's my trope, and my sleight of hand
I'm about to predict the future
Any credit given, will be swept under the rug
Or reduced to the fine print
I'm only silent when you're asking questions
The simple answer is no, I wasn't present
All I see is an ocean of replicas
All I see in their eyes is my reflection
The world's a stage and Ima wax and wane
Like moon till their lit like the sun
The world's a bitch and I manipulate it
You'll believe every word I say
This is my brand, and I charge you the fee Bathin in the glory, I love my story I jumped inside the blender, now drink me Bathin in the glory, I love my story Rage against the reflection Bathin in the glory, I love my story Buy this shit stained product infection Bathin in the glory, I love my story Wax and wane, and wax wane, I wanna soak up the glory Wax and wane, and wax wane, I wanna soak up the glory Yeah turn on my right hand (that's my trope) Yeah turn on my right hand (that's my trope) You know the price ain't right, and if I spin this hype Then I'm award winning actor man Yeah turn on my right hand Push with your clout, pull the mud out your mouth man I'm only christening what's mine You come back once and then the second time for blood I'm terribly wasted You're coming to pieces Lets get fucking naked And fall off the deep end That's my trope, and my sleight of hand I'm about to predict the future Any credit given, will be swept under the rug Or reduced to the fine print I'm only silent when you're asking questions The simple answer is no, I wasn't present All I see is an ocean of replicas All I see in their eyes is my reflection The world's a stage and Ima wax and wane Like moon till their lit like the sun The world's a bitch and I manipulate it You'll believe every word I say Explain Request ×
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