| Why the hell would you run this game?
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| Both my hands are tied
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| Afraid of thinking I dug my own grave
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| Fuck around with this
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| Strange and elusive, too afraid to lose it
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| I don’t mind this pain
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| Most niggas want you for your candy
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| They’ll never know just how long it takes
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| I wave my own pride
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| And put it all on the line
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| There I go, volunteering punishment
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| Self inflicted pain, sickness over used
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| Way over used
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| Here I stay, hey, time to time
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| It must be what you put me through
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| It must be what you put me through
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| A little while longer
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| A bit more time
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| Why would you run these thoughts across my mind?
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| Please, relieve me
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| As cool as I remain
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| There’s a point in which I’ll lose my self restraint
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| Say, love, most niggas would’ve left you lonely
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| I fancy throwing it all away
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| I see it to my own demise
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| How much longer will I let it ride?
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| There I go, volunteering punishment
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| Self inflicted pain, sickness over used
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| Will I let it ride? |
| (Here I stay)
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| Here I stay, time to time
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| It must be what you put me through (yeah, time to time)
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| It must be what you put me through
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| Hey it must be (here I stay time to time)
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| It must be what you put me through
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| It must be what you put me through |