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Anarchy
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Anarchy

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[Verse 1]

I’m dwindling

When it’s all out

Her burden

Never burned out

I brought it

Light the match

Set the fire

I sit defiled

[Chorus]

Bury me in 1965

I lost all hope on the first

Praying for april

In an ash stained benz(o)

Cardigan whipped in the mildest demeanour

Lacking all the traits I had

That’s a natal

[Bridge]

Whoa

Starting from the top

Picking all the lock

Oh, oh

Geeking on your love again

[Verse 2]

I love the way you give me some more

I can’t deny it

I’m a savage for the love

I can’t never get enough

Am unsatisfying

Like a hobby

Taking my zs from these bees

And this honey

Never can get enough oh oh

Peep peep

Down, I'm locked in a stop in a bottle

All the scene never gonna be the latch that we hold on to

Whoa

No o o o

Wild . . .

[Chorus]

Bury me in 1965

I lost all hope on the 1st

Praying for april

In an ash stained benz(o)

Cardigan whipped in the mildest demeanour

Lacking all the traits I had

That’s a natal

[Bridge]

Whoa

Starting from the top

Picking all the lock

Oh, oh

Geeking on your love again

[Outro]

Never see the nutted

Never see me nutting

Never see the nutted

Till scrub

Grub dump

Hop score

Guys like that

Never see the nutted

Uh oh

Till scrub

Grub dump

Hop score

Never see the nutted

Eh eh ah

[Verse 1]

I’m dwindling

When it’s all out

Her burden

Never burned out

I brought it

Light the match

Set the fire

I sit defiled

[Chorus]

Bury me in 1965

I lost all hope on the first

Praying for april

In an ash stained benz(o)

Cardigan whipped in the mildest demeanour

Lacking all the traits I had

That’s a natal

[Bridge]

Whoa

Starting from the top

Picking all the lock

Oh, oh

Geeking on your love again

[Verse 2]

I love the way you give me some more

I can’t deny it

I’m a savage for the love

I can’t never get enough

Am unsatisfying

Like a hobby

Taking my zs from these bees

And this honey

Never can get enough oh oh

Peep peep

Down, I'm locked in a stop in a bottle

All the scene never gonna be the latch that we hold on to

Whoa

No o o o

Wild . . .

[Chorus]

Bury me in 1965

I lost all hope on the 1st

Praying for april

In an ash stained benz(o)

Cardigan whipped in the mildest demeanour

Lacking all the traits I had

That’s a natal

[Bridge]

Whoa

Starting from the top

Picking all the lock

Oh, oh

Geeking on your love again

[Outro]

Never see the nutted

Never see me nutting

Never see the nutted

Till scrub

Grub dump

Hop score

Guys like that

Never see the nutted

Uh oh

Till scrub

Grub dump

Hop score

Never see the nutted

Eh eh ah

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