| Armageddon started, I guess it wasn’t that hard to miss
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| It didn’t trip the alarm on your hybrid
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| Carbon footprint, the darts are rigged
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| And I’m a big fan of carbs and the artist Prince
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| There’s a marginal risk that your cards won’t hit
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| It’s like tryna borrow a barbecue rib from a starving kid
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| Be thankful if your stars are lit
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| Or you might get caught between the Charmin and shit
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| The armor fits to stay outta harm’s grip
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| But Karma’s a bitch so when your heartbeat quits
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| Consider all the death you’ve invested with
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| The shoes, the booze, the phone that you textin' with
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| Disrespecting gets Second Amendment-ed
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| But the species still seem to be trendin'
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| From the friend zone all the way to the Kremlin
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| The devil give a fuck about a flag or an emblem
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| Things ain’t been the same since Trayvon, shit
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| Things ain’t been the same since Reagan, wait
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| Ain’t a single thing change from the days
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| When the gods went crazy and broke the languages
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| We trying to make these payments
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| Ain’t got the privilege to exhibit the patience
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| Gone next week, so tonight we lie with no lives to save
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| Seismic waves
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| I should jump back and kiss myself
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| But I’ve been working on learning to resist myself
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| I used to think criticism was the definition
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| Fish swimmin' up a river full of pessimism
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| I wanna catch one bare-handed
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| Clean it, cook it, and feed it to Lazarus
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| All around the planet’s the same as Minneapolis
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| Everybody looking for a little love and happiness
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| I don’t romanticize the rain
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| And those drugs only hide the pain
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| Turn up the temperature, high as a plane with non-sequiturs
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| The tired be trained
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| And you keep Christoper Walken with the shit that you’re talkin'
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| You can’t take it with if it don’t fit in your coffin
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| As a kid, I didn’t give it much thought then
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| Just wanted a mouth full of nipple and a Zippo in my zipper pocket
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| I remember when the whole world stank like an ashtray; |
| yeah
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| The good ol' days
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| I wanna laugh when somebody say 'The Good Ol' Days'
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| But they was good 'cause we did learn to look both ways
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| Across a road way like everything’ll be okay
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| Before we go the fuck away like a snowflake
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| Gone next week but tonight I’m tryna reach those seismic
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| Climb those seismic waves
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| I don’t need another reason
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| 'Cause I’m leaving with you, with you
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| I don’t need another reason
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| 'Cause I’m sleeping with you, with you
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| I don’t need another reason
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| 'Cause I’m leaving with you, with you
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| I don’t need another reason
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| 'Cause I’m sleeping with you, with you
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| I don’t need another reason
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| 'Cause I’m leaving with you, with you
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| (I don’t need another reason) |