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Nothing Left To Imagine
Nothing Left To Imagine
Get in here and mess with it
I'll try my hardest, boss
You had plans to fly away?
We'll teach you hand by hand
Not staring, just noticing
Spread me like a slice of toast
Movies and naked chill
Your throat can handle it
Just looking out for dad
Get all up in my face
Step up your game, boy
You have to start somewhere