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2nd album
Inspiration
I'm a turbo super large
over driven credit card
running out of limit
cause your super charged
like a rocket powered booster
pulling my cabooster
yank it any harder and it might fall off
give me what I need
gimmie gimmie gimmie gimmie
gimmie gimmie
gimmie gimmie's all your seem yo
say to me
that's when I lost my insperation
like a shotgun hert attack
I can't believe the monies gone
and good the things I'd do to get it back
living life ain't luxury
when I'm sitting in a alp like yours
trickey trickey what atragedy
like a drummed up lady
like a rambo whore,when you
went off the deep end
on your big Las Vegas weekend
now the gold cards dead
and your calling out some other guys
name in bed
I believe,I believe,I believe I believe
I believe
my inspirations
gone
you said you wanna be affected wanna
be injected
four out of five doctors recommended it
call it on your cell phone
yell it on your megaphone
got your fast as parked in the white zone
