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G. Jay Written by: G. Jay  Send Soup Mail  Premium Member
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Good Knight, Lyrics

Guess who just had a baby
Then hearing about another death of a celebrity
Say hello to a group of friends 
But look down and see I’m mute again
So Put in my password and username
But everyone logs into a different game 
What? Am I the shadow?
Just An upvote, a like? Part of a brand? 
Yes, please let me buy that
No wait. What the hell! This aint Only-Fans!

Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still, neither will I.
But when I say "[redacted]" no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
Screw it. The shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ”[redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“

You expect me ‘cause I’m taller
To reach for that ‘cause you’re hotter
You want me to donate to your charity
So you can get a tax break from my humanity
Here’s a remedy, stop panhandling me
Read my lips stop asking for tips 
A pretend look of surprise, let me reoffend
I recommend you go ask your boyfriend 
Stop using me as a steppingstone to your next sunrise
The only thing thatd make you cry is rubbing salt in your eyes 

Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. Neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," they all cry, “It’s unalive!”
screw it—the shadow you knew is dead
That being said, ” [redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“

This how your kindness is manifest
Standing on a mountain ants call home
Or your moral throne where only birds would nest
So please, leave me alone

Fantasizes, as the water pressurizes and the temperature rises
A frog won’t sit still. neither will I
But when I say "[redacted]," no one bats an eye
Unless you’re one foot in the grave, 'bout to die
Instead, if I say "suicide," They all cry, “It’s unalive!”
Screw it. the shadow you knew is dead
That being said, "[redacted] this, and [redacted] all of you.“

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