| And I, I notice the tapestries on the wall as well
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| And I, I stand up and hit my head on the mobile
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| And you, you look around too
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| And we, time passes easily
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| I’ve opened up my mind
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| So you can step inside
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| You can expect to find
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| A scenic ride
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| Pointyhead pizzeria perfect penetration
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| Mezcal cuts off my brain communication
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| Belligerence, lost my intellegence
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| Talkin mess like shut up and listen to me
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| Because cuttin' through the crap is my specialty
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| Like a bomb I’m droppin yes a ton a lead
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| You’re tryin' to figure out the last thing I said
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| I’m a Redwood, I love to be a tree yes I’m a Druid
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| My words they’re flowin' out like a fluid
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| Never give in never conform
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| I’ll be bustin out rhymes in a triplet form
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| Right Now
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| In another room, I sit and contemplate
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| That winter night, my words were filled with hate
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| In second sight, I should have known my fate
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| But it’s allright, now we’re in a different state
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| Expiate, to make amends for hostilities
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| It’s easy to see that for me, in reality
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| I’m not one of those fools
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| With an ecclesiastical whitewash
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| To set my ethical standards
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| You’ll never cathc me lookin' to Ann Landers
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| Or Moses or the law or even Buddha
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| If there’s one thing I know
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| It’s always be true to myself
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| And learn from experience
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| Educated by nights of violence, trips to jail
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| Broken knuckles and friendships
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| But that gives me the power to write a groove that rips
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| Right Now
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| I Am |