One, two
Well, I have to swallow pride
But it's making me sick
Well, I have to swallow pride
It's making me make
Oh, well, I have to swallow pride
But it's making me sick
Well, I have to swallow pride
I'm sick
Do you wanna do one where you run into where the thing would be?
Where the start would go?
We're here to fulfill every one of your dreams
A small nominal fee, it only costs you your soul, yeah
(When they say, when they say)
Good (I will say, I will say)
Huh, yo, huh
They say, "The older the bullshit, well, the more offensive the horn"
It's another trick, another matador (I don't wanna be that)
If you can take that, then you can fake that
Until you grow a new mouth to say
That, "I hate the ones that you adore"
Oh yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick
My stomach hates the, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth
If you're equating fame to religion
Then where your faith at? Where your faith at?
Go ahead and sell yourself when in Rome
(Now I finally see that)
And you can make it, nah
But you can fake it
Though that skin is uncomfortable
I'd rather show some skin than to bare my soul
When I am the man (if you fake it, if you fake it)
That existed the year that Hell got cold (why make it?)
Now that I'm mature enough to feel devil's touch
We're gon' fuck until we're numb, until we're numb
Until we're numb
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, oh yeah
Oh yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick
My stomach hates the, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth
Oh fuck
How you like that?
Well, how you like me now?
How you like that?
Well, how you like me now, bitch?
We drove a hearse into the ground and took the willing
A leap of faith with a foot on the ground to wait for you
When they say, when they say
When they say "go"
I will say, I will say "no"
When they say, when they say
When they say "go"
I will say, I will say "no"
Oh yeah, swallow pride 'til you feel sick
My stomach hates the, hates the bitter taste of the truth
Well, I swallowed pride 'til I felt sick
Bulimia tastes better when you swallow the truth
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