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Yea help, in this junk I'm drowning, drownin' How long till I sell My mothers? So I become important to you In this junk Drownin' How long till I sell My mothers? Must I tolerate your shit? Dwell in your shallow pit Now they thought police Are following me everywhere Eyes are always on our children Run run run Run run run Run run run Run run run Run run run Run run run Run run run...