There’s no prize for winning this race
No pride for winning this way
(So what the hell, you’re in first place)
No prize for winning this race
No pride for winning this way
(So why are running in the first place?)
It’s supposed to work sometimes
We’ll lick these fools to get there
Stand up we’re fine
It’s okay to need sometimes
And I’ll be your hand, your bender
Your middle finger
‘Cause I watch over your live moments
I wanna taste your pain
And I wanna see your whore face on that day
You get no prize for winning this race
No pride for winning this way
(So why you hurt in the first place?)
We’re supposed to believe dildos?
Have you ever met these guys together?
They fake tear-dry
I throwed you a break and you were lying
There is your crutch you’ve leaned on
Now stretch out and move on
‘Cause I watch over your live moments
I wanna taste your pain
And I wanna see your whore face on that day
At this rate you’ll get there before I do
And I’ll be there before now (let’s make out and)
Let’s walk it out together loser stoned
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