| I know a guy with a rock star life
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| But he still don’t fly, so he’s mad at the sky
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| He sits me down, he kicks his wisdom
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| He’s been around, I give him a listen
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| Seems like he’s got a lot of complaints
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| About how nowadays things ain’t the same
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| Used to place some faith in the basement
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| A toast for this guy and those kids that he came with
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| Cause they all on the same shit
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| Based on cut down placement
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| Uptown stay strong
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| Don’t ever do a dance with the devil now
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| That smile is a sign that you’re sellin' out
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| Judgement, gossip, ethics
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| Let’s just exploit all this excess
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| Then you can feel how he feels
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| To walk around town lookin' down from them tall heels
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| And who needs fame or fortune
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| When you get the same love that the famous snortin'?
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| A future so afraid of yours
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| That you strayed from the course
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| And you came up short
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| Believe he would have more credibility
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| If he wasn’t just another drunk pill junky
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| It’s obvious to me that he’s still hungry
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| For the superstars a little bad lucky
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| Go ahead and get mad at God
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| Point your fingers at your dad and at Santa Claus
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| Listen all of y’all it’s a sabotage
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| Wouldn’t look so bad with the bandage off
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| It goes one for the bar tab, two for the shine
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| Let’s go to your car, do another line
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| Barely trust 'em, they’re all puppets
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| Love is nothin', scared of success
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| One for the bass, two for the drums
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| Last call gonna take whatever comes
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| Barely trust 'em, they’re all puppets
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| Love is nothin', scared of success
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| I think it’s great how you used to be great
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| I can’t hate on how you choose to relate
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| But I know that you had the potential
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| I understand why you wanted to let go
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| A lot of pressure in the middle of those shoulders
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| And we ain’t getting nothin' but older
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| Ain’t nothin' changed but the day we run from
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| But nobody knows that better than you, huh?
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| One for the bar tab, two for the shine
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| Let’s go to your car and do another line
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| Barely trust 'em, they’re all puppets
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| Love is nothin', scared of success
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| One for the bass, two for the drums
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| Last call gonna take whatever comes
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| Barely trust 'em, they’re all puppets
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| Love is nothin', scared of success
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| Barely trust them they’re all puppets
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| Love is nothing scared of success |