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Beck - thunder peel
It’s a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It’s an everlasting, it’s a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
I got all maxed out, I got faxed some doubt
I was jumping around, she was a runnin’ coming down
In the thick of a trick, I couldn’t take my pick
Between a slime and a fist just to cool off your dog
I’m taking morphine[? ]
Now I’m rolling in sweat
With a loaf of cold bread
And a taco in my jeans
On the map if you glide
She’s got such ugly thighs
I got taken by surprise
With the plate of flaming noodles
It’s a cold ass fashion when she stole my passion
It’s an everlasting, it’s a ghettoblasting
On the wonderwheel I let my thunder peel
I made an effort to get just what I deserve
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