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Shoeshine for Neptume
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What Are The Lyrics For Shoeshine for Neptume By Arsonists Get All the Girls?
Driving down the road I hear the radio
And your muffled screams through the backseat I just made your shoes but they need to be Cleaned for meet-and-greet So classic, so smooth As you sedated me I slipped a little something into your drink A potion, more like a poision I tell you as you drive on Brake lights shine through black They reveal the burial plot One last kiss before your final send-off You take my final breaths Thrust them into the ocean Cement shoes, I shall become one with death The air bubbles start to surface A sensation of satisfaction sweeps over my entire body Content with the done deal The taste of this victory is almost to much for me Don't you forget I killed you With my death that I home-brewed As I sink down I remember what the sea king said "You die here" The chemicals begin to mix Vision begins to blur I fall to my knees I am my own victim I was meant this way, either way You tapped my phones, I made the setup It was meant to be neptune's plan No fate involved |
Who Wrote Shoeshine for Neptume By Arsonists Get All the Girls?
Remi James Rodberg, Cameron Clayton Reed, Arthur Michael Alvarez
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What's The Duration Of The Shoeshine for Neptume By Arsonists Get All the Girls?The duration of Shoeshine for Neptume is 2:54 minutes and seconds. |
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