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Fit right in, my clothing blank
No stranger to casing a bank
Or hiding capital
With some good accounting
It's death to let on what I think
It fills my safehouse to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
Well-placed bomb across town
While a warehouse gets cleaned out
Gather with the crowd
Let them tell me about it
It's death to let on what I think
It fills my safehouse to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
Moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving
Moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving
Moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving
Moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving the stash
I'm moving
It's death to let on what I think
It fills my safe house to the brink
Hid in a place so nondescript
That I forget just where it is
I'm moving the stash and I'll move it again
And I'll sleep in the car and I'll piss in a can
I won't turn to a pillar of salt
I can live with the weight of the fault