| And I see nothing wrong with the range life
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| Better than the horror of caged tight
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| I see you at the bar, out drink you
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| I see you the doctor, out shrink you
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| And I don’t need the car or the cave
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| No brat, no stable of whores
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| I won’t pay
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| For that I won’t pay
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| And I know I am more than the name I’m
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| Breaking down the door just to save time
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| I see you after school, out think you
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| I see you in the bedroom, out kink you
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| But no I didn’t ask for this
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| So take it back
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| My money ain’t my master, miss
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| Watch it go from red to black to black to black
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| Cause I don’t need the car or the cave
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| No brat, no stable of whores
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| I won’t pay
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| For that
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| I won’t pay (x8)
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| And I don’t need the car or the cave
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| Or the brat, or the stable of whores
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| Or the weed, or the rash, or the same fucking story
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| I worry am I slowly going to turn into something I hate
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| Fuck that
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| I won’t pay |