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Know The Score All Time Low

Privileged youth with unreal hate Aimed right at you What are you fighting for? You're a cancer without a cure I've fucking earned everything that

all that you wanted? fed to the wolves, torn inside out. so give me just one night, i won't even think twice, you're begging for acceptance, i know that

No remorse for what i say. breathing fire, fueled by venom. you can't take it walk away.world you should of never fucking stepped in

No one cares about (your) ex-members, who you used to be. its time you come to terms, you're nothing but a memory. ex-members of i don't give a fuck

bad that i just can't take it. tradition, a bastard among the rest. bullshit, a true state of disgrace. staring down the eye of the storm, i know this

Stop busting my balls. get off my back. it's a matter of time before i fucking snap. day to day stress is an overload wrong fucking word and im gonna

Worthless brand that holds no truth. adolescent phase i never went through. "disipline", "honor", "commitment", "integrity". reminder of who you'll never

god damn rich cunt

Hot mother fucker down to the skit nigga Game over playa and nigga ya scored low Hit me later young and I'm at the award show Bank account ten digits and it's all