| Life’s too short to be afraid of the dark
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| And we don’t stop after making the mark
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| Separate your chest from your heart
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| To help everybody wag your tail with a lot less bark
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| Put the costume angst away
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| I was born on the year of the razorblade
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| I’m in the back corner of a one way train
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| This storm ain’t nothing but Sunday rain
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| Let’s go
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| We act like we got a whole lot of road left
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| So don’t mind if I drive with the top down
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Let me know that you know what you want now
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| Earthbound, aim for the soft spot
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| So much purpose I walk like a molotov
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| Shot glass, rock hard, penetrate nonstop
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| Cop cars on the way with the bomb squad
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| Now let it be known
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| We’re trying to get ahead before we get a headstone
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| But a rich man still face death alone
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| That’s why we turn up the touch and connect the tone
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| Get shown
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| We act like we got a whole lot of road left
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| So don’t mind if I drive with the top down
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Let me know that you know what you want now
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| Dashboard ain’t clean as it was
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| Back before I first took the last seat on this bus
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| But the children dance when we beat the drums
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| And they still understand why we speak in tongues
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| All city, American built
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| A pocket full of cash take care of the guilt
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| The crabs all crash in a barrell of milk
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| But when they clear the snow I’mma steer the Seville
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| It goes, look for the sign, wait for the right time
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| A lifetime to outlive the night time
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| And when the paint chips fall
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| Gonna find my name on the wall with the crown in the skyline
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| I keep bad on the back of my mind
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| I’m an average guy, I just happen to fly
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| Supernatural high and I’m laughing inside
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| One nation with a capital I
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| Come on
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| We act like we got a whole lot of road left
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| So don’t mind if I drive with the top down
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| (Do you want respect, or do you want truth?)
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| Let me know that you know what you want now
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| Everybody wanna be the next to blow
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| So let it flow, so fresh it grow
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| Just to let you know I could let you go, ho ho
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| Millenium Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La-Ti-Do-Do
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| Everybody’s difficult, everybody’s simple
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| We all on death row, we all gon' tip toe
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| I run with kleptos, I still wear big clothes
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| Hold my dick the way you hold your crystals
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| Pissing in the middle of nowhere
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| Fishing in a lake full of frozen tears
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| I’m like a polar bear from the Southside of over there
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| I disappear into the open air, Atmosphere
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| Get a taste of your soul when you hold breath
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| We act like we got a whole lot of road left |