Correction Lyrics Satan’s cat by Duster

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Bags, tell me what’s inside ‘em
Swing fists like clash of titans
f**k up, f**k up, f**k up, f**k up, ready
I know what up, what up, what up, ready
Rags, rags, rags
Wrap me inside these rags

Satan’s cat
Temptations scratch all on my back
Taken back
One more step, I’m off the cliff, all relapsed
What’s fame to that?
Overwhelmed sensations bringing me back
Can’t relax
Bed of nails
Ain’t my first time backstabbed

I won’t ever turn cloak
Since CHOKE
We been grasping at the ropes
Sharp slope, sharp slope, sh*t

No mask on me, my body
Transparent, and rocky
Duffel bag on me, nobody
Drag me down, make me drag
I was keeping track, I was keeping pace
And we were on our way
I had the waypoint, and we had escape ropes
(And I could’a cut my arm off at the shoulder)
f**k a scapegoat, did it ‘cause I say so
(And I could’a cut my arm off at the shoulder)
Beauty in the eye of the beholder

Overwhelmed sensations bringin’ me back
Ain’t my first time backstabbed
Oh

Luckless, injustice
Forgive, forget these grudges
Break me down, break me down
We was always ‘round corners and now
Luckless, injustice
Forgive, forget these grudges
Break me down, break me down
We was always ‘round corners and now

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