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Division Of Laura Lee Black City

Sitting burden on the office chair Empty mind, empty bank account If this is your piece Your piece is a mess to me Hundreds killed on the Internet Life

Sitting burden on the office chair Empty mind, empty bank account. If this is your piece, your piece is a mess to me. Hundreds killed on the internet

I'm on a million dollar trip and it's making me sick infected and tired I'm in need for help I'm in need for help in need for trust in need for love

electric I'm not your toy you're not on my list I'll guess you won't resist cause if you leave it all to trust you ain't got shit like radio hits, its

I will never run you got nothing on me KGB I know that you can't see me I will never hide that's just not my way CIA don't know what I did today [Chorus

a hold of the leads that I need there is no end to the streets I'm on my knees and I wish some day things will get better I've been trapped in this black

I'm not your toy for penetration I'm not the buzz in the information I'm not no sick sexual saviour I'm your fucking bad behaviour it's never that easy