| It goes on every day
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| It’s on my mind
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| It’s like I’m in a war, never runnin' for the hills
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| Fighting against the corporate, only in it for the bills
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| Get picked young to make a quote «sick song,»
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| Wrote to fit any beat he’ll put on
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| Auto tune that and put effects this
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| Make you sound like a robot sucking a dick
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| Ha, got offered to lose creativity
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| To be living with money infinity
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| That don’t sit well with me
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| Music is my vitamin
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| I’m losing time and time again
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| But something brings me back on top
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| Just bring me the light
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| I’m at a place where the darkness keeps me alive
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| But I feel alright
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| Just need a sun to shine down on me
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| Still shootin' but I’ve run outta ammo
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| I’m an animal, hands are full
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| I’ll eat anyone, not a cannibal
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| No hand signs, or coke lines, or bad dimes
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| Without that shit, I can make it to the top fine
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| Fire, like stop, drop, and roll
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| Whip out the Flip get that shit on record
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| Laughing at our moment yeah you say you want more
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| Sober and I’m over getting hold up in the fray again
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| Hopin' for the best
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| Lucky I’m alive |