Big House
Death Grips
LA, LA, creepin' under my skin
LA creepin' under my skin
One way ticket to big island
Cut off eyelid, still I can't see
Try to realize before dead weight
'Bout out of time speed checkmate
Internal fall out can't escape
Jungle call fuck back indoors
Nothing 'round here I must see more
LA, LA, creepin' under my skin
So harsh in here think I've gone mad
Can't tell if I went too far
Lost my phone man shit's all bad
No landline no mac no car
No map show where skullfuck I am
Alone can't cut off both my hands
I'm in the fuckin' big house
LA, LA, creepin' under my skin
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