Testo Spencer Reid

Testo Spencer Reid

You little arsonist, you set my hair on fire
Couldn't sleep until it burned out
And my set is burning up like a funeral fire
Think it is gone for good
A force in my head calls me a liar
I come clean and I fall on the floor
You ever come up being sick and tired?
Tell me if you would!

(I get lost in a bad translation)
Show me I mean anything to you
Tell me you got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Map to map, caress that figures(?)
Show me I mean anything to you

You little alchemist, you let the uninspired formulas
Be gone for ages
With tattered pages, lots of wisdom, lots of words
So, my head is calling me a liar
Coming clean, can I borrow a shirt?(?)
I got a thing of being sick and tired
Stagger me if you could (?)

(I get lost in a bad translation)
Show me I mean anything to you
Tell me you got better shit to do
Show me I'm the one disfigured
Map to map, caress that figures(?)
Show me I mean anything to you
Show me I mean anything to you
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