Phoelix Brainwash Lyrics

[Verse]
Feelin' defensive
Like why the f*ck you not
Menstruating through pencil
I can't recall
How winter felt when you slithered out
Leavin' a crook in my mental
Like check my balance
Ain't no Red Dead
Taste of the glory
You pull me back
Not you but beneath your slow
[?] negativity now
Take me out to the
Ball game, wall stain
Bart gang, heart fame [?] Nice place you got
But it's lukewarm in this bitch
You should leave it on the altar
And I rest my case
Work lower lower back
Round five might attack
Submit that I still can't lose
But to reclaim the content to the vase
In which you gave me so

[Outro]
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