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In Fiction When The Camera S Off

you now, You'd be burning up, Shaking at my hands, Breath in sync as part of me, Hours fall like autumn leaves.. Till morning comes, When the camera's off

What's goin' on? [Incomprehensible] What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's goin' on? What's

man since eighty-three, makin' this fast buck Act up and get broken when I'm open like a Mack truck Slammin' ya on camera like Gamera it's iller 'Cause

Add one more kill to raise your worth It's so sad, cause it's all the truth you have Trade breath for gold There's no Armageddon when banks are there

when I'm relaxing Who want action? I'm a give you whatcha bargain for It's not friction, it's like fiction Puttin' these cats outta commission Flows that's

man should have all that power The clock?s tickin?, I just count the hours Stop trippin?, I?m trippin? off the power ?Til then, f-ck that, the world?s

man should have all that power The clock?s tickin?, I just count the hours Stop trippin?, I?m trippin? off the power ?Til then, f-ck that, the world?s

man should have all that power The clock?s tickin?, I just count the hours Stop trippin?, I?m trippin? off the power ?Til then, f-ck that, the world?s

should have all that power The clock?s tickin?, I just count the hours Stop trippin?, I?m trippin? off the power ?Til then, f-ck that, the world?s ours