| There’s nothing new under the sun except for sense
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| Detention’s kinda hard to let go without mentioning stress
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| Uh, I blessed the past and took the path less traveled
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| Sly syllables hit like slipping on wet gravel
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| They imitating you call it a form of flattery
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| Instead I beat the verse like a perfect assault and battery
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| The bones are shattering staggering flow devlivered it’s so explicit
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| The way it feels when you know it’s missing
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| Gimme more than what’s asked for and I’ll thank
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| You in advance but that story’s full of holes can, can you fill the blanks
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| I’m asking look toward the sky you can see me reaching higher
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| And when that smoke clears that’s when you’ll see me breathing fire
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| I’m not asking for much it’s just the average stuff
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| I like to think of myself as simple not that it matters as much
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| Such a huge crush we pull punches if we have to
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| When we let 'em go we’re knocking heads right off of the statues
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| I don’t know what I came here for
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| But I know it ain’t right
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| (It goes on and)
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| If I lose my head then I can’t win this fight
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all
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| Don’t hold your breath
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| It’s waiting for these K’NEX to connect
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| Cause nobody owes you shit and how quick you seem to forget
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| Ain’t nothing concrete in this life we trying to cement
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| I’m out here nights, hearing the cheers right
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| Step off the stage and disappear cause things ain’t what they appear like
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| It’s cut-throat and dangerous to hold your head high
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| Jealous ones will rather see you felled than see you get fly
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| But success is the best revenge
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| Let’s get a van roll the credits and cue the violins
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| Next chapter, hold the drama for the actors
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| I blunt-like force trauma don’t get caught up in the rapture
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| So opinionated sittin' from the rafters
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| You try to join the game the field
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| Failure might retract ya
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| You might collapse, that weak heart’ll act up
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| And skip a beat pull up a seat and watch the masters
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| And watch the masters
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| I don’t know what I came here for
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| But I know it ain’t right
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| (It goes on and)
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| If I lose my head then I can’t win this fight
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all
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| I don’t know what I came here for
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| But I know it ain’t right
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| (It goes on and)
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| If I lose my head then I can’t win this fight
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all
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| (It goes on and)
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| All I know is I don’t know nothing at all |