| Fucked the world
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| Didn’t have a lighter for my cigarette
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| Then died laughing at a joke I didn’t get
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| I feel an overwhelming sense of loss
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| When I miss a step
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| I threw it out there, and it’s too late to intercept
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| So I’m rolling with it
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| I don’t know my limit
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| I need a visit from the Holy Spirit
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| Or another bottle of it at least
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| I lid shot the lot then hobble off with the beast
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| Peace
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| But
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| How long will the fun last?
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| I’m smart enough to cheat the test and just pass
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| A pleasant thought’s overdue
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| The voice in my head talks over me
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| While I talk over you
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| That hateful petty rapper shit
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| I’m on some hate on every rapper shit
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| Small minds
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| Big dreams
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| I don’t rock ripped jeans
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| But I’m still whatever «lit» means
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| This is my disasterpiece
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| Follow me along this wilted path to peace
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| Where the Sun sets in the east
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| No rest for the beast
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| This is my disasterpiece
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| Follow me along this wilted path to peace
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| Where the Sun sets in the east
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| No rest for the beast
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| My cup of blood is half empty
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| The moonshine casts a light away
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| From a dark memory
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| The most pious of angels in Heaven can’t tempt me
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| Didn’t hear Athena callin'
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| Was asleep and snoring
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| God
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| He was talking, but I didn’t heed the warning
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| I was phone gazin' while he was probably speakin'
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| I was playing Snake in the Garden of Eden
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| You were playing Drake in the garden and weeping
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| Accidentally transcendental
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| Squatting in an Aztec temple
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| With nothing but a can of Kestrel
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| And a pad and pencil I don’t use
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| Because the writing’s on the wall
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| And your wifey’s on my balls
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| Lost my footing in life, it left my soul (sole) bruised
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| Couldn’t even walk a mile in my own shoes
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| Now I look in the mirror then do great things
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| I’m my own muse
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| Us being the best is relevant
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| Even though it’s old news
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| This is my disasterpiece
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| Follow me along this wilted path to peace
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| Where the Sun sets in the east
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| No rest for the beast
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| This is my disasterpiece
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| Follow me along this wilted path to peace
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| Where the Sun sets in the east
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| No rest for the beast |