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     "[INTRO]\nNobody loves Assholio\nAll alone again\ni wish i could call my buddy joe but yo\nnobody loves Assholio\noh no\nAssholio\n\n[VERSE 1]\nI said some dumb shit\nIm done apologizin\nAint tryna sit around, analyze, and dramatize it\nYeah I can be a dick\nI often chew my words\nattempt to sweeten up the bitter bite and wash it down with wit\nbut too little too late wait You slammed the door behind\nI'm Raconteur of Rude signed Baron Blindside\nI wrote the book on how to piss upon ya fine time\nNow its just me, a manhattan and the skyline\n\n[VERSE 2]\nIf ya skin is thin sensitive delicate\nyou might consider questionin ya tastes find better friends\nIf The best intents pave the road to hell\nIm way ahead with the assphault For meaning well\nMy manners roadkill like a possum stiff\nAnd i swear to god my meaningwell is bottomless\nAnd sometimes what i mean and say are opposite\nAnd only phony rappers wont accept the consequence\nSo here we are again in awkwardville payin rent\nAs i try to justify what i really meant\nlike an asshole",
 
-    "[VERSE 1]\nMy airsupply decreasing\ntried to finish this journal knowing no one will read it\nBefore full collision and loss of my provisions\nHigh above the lion of leo we overdue for liquids\nrunning out of water fuel gettin low\ni cut the engines off a while ago now i float\nsailing casually a casualty of luck\nI found so many things but im stuck in zero gravity\nThis capsule is a crystal a flying science lab\nState of the art once upon a time it might have had\nSuch a distinction but now all i see is rust\nmalfunctioning machinery with my receivers up\nIn case my SOS fell on somebody's ears\nFor all i know the world done burned to ashes disappeared\nso here i sit waiting writing to the sound\nOf my dying motherboard giving the countdown\n\n[BRIDGE]\nMmmm here we come\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 oblivion\n\n[VERSE 2]\nBeen pacin in my cabin\nmay take leave of absence\njust in case i dont return this is my deepest passage\nback bent from thinking and writing what i been seeing\nInsomnia hardly sleeping everyday a starry evening\nMy voyage took my trail\nway off the beaten path i'll leave out details\nBut saw exotic evils alien holy grails\nradiant solar flares they showed me we gon prevail\nThat is the human spirit the genie in the bottle\nWe only seen a glimpse compared to who we are tomorrow\nCapacity to love is well beyond our current squabbles\nThe deepest well imaginable doesnt know a bottom\nWhat matters to you now don't measure in the scope of quantum\nMechanics or major movements of nature it aint a problem\nForgive, reset, evolve, dont regret, i hope somebody gets this\nCuz my computer callin\n\n[VERSE 3]\nI know its hard to see it from where ya standin now\nTheres war poverty and misery a million pounds\nResources and commodities were on the steady down\nLast time i was around we hadn't found the common ground\nIm sure it hasn't changed, chances are its worse\nLeft up to science disease is probably so diverse\nAnd the powers that be can stick ya where it hurts\nMore efficiently than ever instead of caring first\nAbout the disadvantaged, the children or the future\nDiscouraging to put it lightly and i might be stupid\nBut hold a heavy fist around the blade of perseverance\nAnd know the barriers are only solid appearance\nAnd life is liquid and limitless as imagination\nElectric currents a gazillion atom river breakin\nPhysical separation yall stay close\nSigning off now the countdown's almost\n",
+    "[VERSE 1]\nMy airsupply decreasing\ntried to finish this journal knowing no one will read it\nBefore full collision and loss of my provisions\nHigh above the lion of leo we overdue for liquids\nrunning out of water fuel gettin low\ni cut the engines off a while ago now i float\nsailing casually a casualty of luck\nI found so many things but im stuck in zero gravity\nThis capsule is a crystal a flying science lab\nState of the art once upon a time it might have had\nSuch a distinction but now all i see is rust\nmalfunctioning machinery with my receivers up\nIn case my SOS fell on somebody's ears\nFor all i know the world done burned to ashes disappeared\nso here i sit waiting writing to the sound\nOf my dying motherboard giving the countdown\n\n[BRIDGE]\nMmmm here we come\n5, 4, 3, 2, 1 oblivion\n\n[VERSE 2]\nBeen pacin in my cabin\nmay take leave of absence\njust in case i dont return this is my deepest passage\nback bent from thinking and writing what i been seeing\nInsomnia hardly sleeping everyday a starry evening\nMy voyage took my trail\nway off the beaten path i'll leave out details\nBut saw exotic evils alien holy grails\nradiant solar flares they showed me we gon prevail\nThat is the human spirit the genie in the bottle\nWe only seen a glimpse compared to who we are tomorrow\nCapacity to love is well beyond our current squabbles\nThe deepest well imaginable doesnt know a bottom\nWhat matters to you now don't measure in the scope of quantum\nMechanics or major movements of nature it aint a problem\nForgive, reset, evolve, dont regret, i hope somebody gets this\nCuz my computer callin\n\n[VERSE 3]\nI know its hard to see it from where ya standin now\nTheres war poverty and misery a million pounds\nResources and commodities were on the steady down\nLast time i was around we hadn't found the common ground\nIm sure it hasn't changed, chances are its worse\nLeft up to science disease is probably so diverse\nAnd the powers that be can stick ya where it hurts\nMore efficiently than ever instead of caring first\nAbout the disadvantaged, the children or the future\nDiscouraging to put it lightly and i might be stupid\nBut hold a heavy fist around the blade of perseverance\nAnd know the barriers are only solid appearance\nAnd life is liquid and limitless as imagination\nElectric currents a gazillion atom river breakin\nPhysical separation yall stay close\nSigning off now the countdown's almost",
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+    "[VERSE 1]\nThey say the longer that ya yonder the fonder that ya grow\nAttach a note to all my songs but will you catch it if i throw\nI never had a proper home only attachment is the road\nA flawless flow thats mostly carolina only flag I flown\nStray dog in wilderness diggin for a scratch\nBosom with the barflies allied with alleycats\nSo for now home is westwood block\na plane gettin hopped when ya whole city pop\n\nThis fo my travelers soul searchers wanderers\nLand rovers vagabonds pathfinders ponderers\nHand over maps just follah ya inna nautilus\nYa now in the grip of the songsmith novelist\nMy wanderlust marvelous And obviously grown\nA nomad homesick for the open road\nAnd if i miss it then my whole heart'll pop\nSo imma be around when ya whole city pop\n\n[CHORUS]\nNow i been on the leezy building\nTryna get this paper stacked besides thats im chilling\nWhen im gone my heart yearns for the road\nWhen im on the road then my heart yearn for home\nTime to pack these bags up and head around the bend\nBut when i get back we going to do it all again and again\n\n[VERSE 2]\nManhattan is a monster when mercury in themometers\nGet high in the summer like bong hits on obelisks\nI prolly just lay low in west LA for winter tho\nScream when its time to book and we going to make it memorable\nCut the check like bill the butcher milky way gon kill a show\nuntill thenn we over here waitin untill the blizzard blow\nAnd drop when ya whole city pop\nso holla at pops when ya whole city pop\n\n[VERSE 3]\nThis for my romantics soul searchers conquerers\nRoad warriors love foragers and philosophers\nIf the world ya oyster cant ignore when its calln ya\nEspecially when it get to pullin out another song in ya\nAtlanta where ya been at baby been missin ya promises\nWithout em then im just hologram hollering hollowness\nBut holler when it aint so damn hot\nAnd imma be around when that whole city pop\n\n[VERSE 4]\nAt heart im just a writer just tryna find what my purpose is\nA merciless mercenary buried below the surface is\nLonging for the lights and starry nights of where my searchin ends\nDont know where the road going to lead tonight curve or bend\nBut at the end my story is a legend for the lone wolf\nWho only walked the midnight trail with prints left by no hoof\nIn the darkness where only god can watch\nIm always there in spirit you can hear it when i rock",
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 #Transformers Code