One is so lonely, with self made problems
Two will rob your wallet, and add three with no condoms
Four makes you reminisce about your own come up
Five is your body count, you're calling her a slut?
Six is unholy, Even he needs a day off
Seven in Vegas, Im the f*cking city's Jackpot
Eight potential years of this bullshit in the nation
Nine Nine Nine skin heads, all acting racist
A dime bag, go and smoke it till your lungs sting
11 odd thoughts in your head, all stranger things
Amazingly, the clock struck midnight
You lived another day asking 13 reasons why
All these goddamn symbols, justify a certain value
Certain debts, Certain Stresses, while you taking down some valliums
Then you kick the bucket, end up six feet under
And then were back at square one, the loneliest number
Kauzum - Equation Lyrics
Kauzum - Equation Lyrics
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One is so lonely, with self made problems
Two will rob your wallet, and add three with no condoms
Four makes you reminisce about your own come up
Five is your body count, you're calling her a slut?
Six is unholy, Even he needs a day off
Seven in Vegas, Im the f*cking city's Jackpot
Eight potential years of this bullshit in the nation
Nine Nine Nine skin heads, all acting racist
A dime bag, go and smoke it till your lungs sting
11 odd thoughts in your head, all stranger things
Amazingly, the clock struck midnight
You lived another day asking 13 reasons why
All these goddamn symbols, justify a certain value
Certain debts, Certain Stresses, while you taking down some valliums
Then you kick the bucket, end up six feet under
And then were back at square one, the loneliest number
Two will rob your wallet, and add three with no condoms
Four makes you reminisce about your own come up
Five is your body count, you're calling her a slut?
Six is unholy, Even he needs a day off
Seven in Vegas, Im the f*cking city's Jackpot
Eight potential years of this bullshit in the nation
Nine Nine Nine skin heads, all acting racist
A dime bag, go and smoke it till your lungs sting
11 odd thoughts in your head, all stranger things
Amazingly, the clock struck midnight
You lived another day asking 13 reasons why
All these goddamn symbols, justify a certain value
Certain debts, Certain Stresses, while you taking down some valliums
Then you kick the bucket, end up six feet under
And then were back at square one, the loneliest number
Writer: Jamesmikel Abobo
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Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid