| God Damn Chan!
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| Laced us with this beat
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| So now I grace this lovely shit
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| With something taken from the reaches of my dreams
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| Blood and guts
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| Fucker what’s and accusations
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| Pucker ups, sleeper nuts
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| And adult situations
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| And dropping steady foot by foot
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| Story after story
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| Passing time, no time to take a look
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| Dory prolly sorry
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| Nemo lost but really ain’t too shook
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| Stef is prolly left behind
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| But chilling with a solid book
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| Like, like they ain’t coming back
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| And I refuse to feel a feeling
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| Like they ain’t looking out
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| But I got eyes on every villain
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| Know the best way out
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| Like every room’s a burning building
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| Show the worthless to the dumpster
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| Keep the true and willing
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| Filling up on junk (junk)
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| Passing up on sustenance
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| Busting under stress they pushing buttons
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| How they rest? |
| I bet they don’t
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| Like even if they earned it (if they earned it)
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| Turn too many other cheeks
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| You learn to watch em burn shit
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| I don’t even know us anymore
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| I don’t know how we got this far
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| How did we just get so far home?
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| We ain’t in Kansas anymore
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| I don’t even know us anymore
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| I don’t know how we got this far
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| How did we just get so far home?
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| We ain’t in Kansas anymore
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| I was lost in the weeds
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| Imbalanced chemically
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| Superchunk, indie punk
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| Tossing these seeds
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| Holding onto memories
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| Tracing these frail steps
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| Suicidal tendencies
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| Subliminally fucked with, yeah
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| Everybody love LA
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| Until you travel to the Bay
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| Everybody want to stray
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| Until you realize she bae
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| Lock it down! |
| Block em out!
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| Put a ring up on it (quick)
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| In the club with you singing
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| «Throw some D’s up on that bitch!»
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| Empty floor! |
| Let em talk!
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| We ain’t worried bout that shit
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| Whole city is our club
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| And we run that fucking thing! |
| (hahaha)
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| Broke in the construction site
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| Years before we’d ever fight
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| Making out in the street lights
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| Now this is fucking our life!
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| God damned fucking right!
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| God damned fucking right!
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| Now this is fucking our life!
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| God damned fucking right!
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| I don’t even know us anymore
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| I don’t know how we got this far
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| How did we just get so far home?
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| We ain’t in Kansas anymore
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| I don’t even know us anymore
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| I don’t know how we got this far
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| How did we just get so far home?
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| We ain’t in Kansas anymore |