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 So sweet i can hardly speak due to such trauma in my teeth

But your body language is telling me that im worth the pain

So weak i can hardly keep shaky legs holding up my feet

But your body language is tellin me that im not to blame

 But practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect Sense

I've become what a mother wouldnt want in a son

 And I have done a few things i regret

 Yeah practice makes perfect

Practice makes perfect sense to me

Wake up, first light hearing you calling out

sus

For your criminal court, then you fled the scene upon being let free

Conversation ensued

And I wanna do so many things to you

Sip after sip, you insist you're a hit

Sip after sip, yeah i swear I can feel it

Choruss