"Spiders"
Spiders crawling up my spine
In fact they're comfortable inside my mind
Fingers deep inside of my ears
Detect infection so I can't think clear
They're fuckin with my brain
They're fuckin with my ways
They fabricate the side effects and tamper with the evidence
I won't stop talking till you start walking
Turn up my microphone
I've got no place to go
And I take it nice and slow for yuh
Now the party lifts from music time to turn this place around
Your body starts to feel it bass puts movement to your ground
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