| Yeah!
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| I’ll probably end up on the south end of an old Caribbean island
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| Lookin' like a cross between a hobo and a pirate
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| Spectacles of ultraviolet watch the ciphers blow from side to side,
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| it’s hypnotizin'
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| I’m falling deep, wrap the corners of performers
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| The way we here on all of our disorders
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| But I ain’t beg for quarters, not in this location, motherfucker face it
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| If you see me here, then I’m a patient — on paid vacation
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| See I’ve turned my back on all this shit they advertised to me
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| That’s why I’m, they named me suicidal tragedy
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| Ethics class kiss my ass, civics guess they did it
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| If you lived the shit I’ve been in, then the nick of time made a dash
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| See what’s funny is I never knew I had faith
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| Until it washed away one morning on a cold day
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| But still I bend my knees and do some sort of shake and prey
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| Evoke the universe, although I’m pissed at where my pops stay
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| Bad boys, good guys, what’s the difference (Nothing)
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| Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
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| Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
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| Here’s a little story on how everything can turn vicious
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| Bad boys, good guys, what’s the difference (Nothing)
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| Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
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| Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen (The third!)
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| Here’s a little story on how life can turn vicious
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| I’ve got sharp teeth, no time for barking
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| Ya’ll bleed any force to harm me
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| God’s reach control your heartbeat, the tin man, the lion, the dog and Dorothy
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| Tornadoes, naval game shows
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| Pink toes, fame clothes, bitch came close
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| Try me or defy me with the violence or the rhyming till I’m rotten,
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| then I’m riding like Sharpton in the Shining
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| The balance matters, I’m lasters' master
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| Disasters, asthma, smile at the camera
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| Time travel, civil war mind battles
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| Then bust my gun way before I got tattoos
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| You sugar coated, niggas done been demoted
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| You missed promotions dealing with mixed emotions
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| You’re fit for folding, fiddle with fitness, focus
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| I killed a moment, this is a different motive
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| Bad boys, good guys, what’s the difference
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| Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
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| Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
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| Here’s a little story on how everything can turn vicious
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| Bad boys, good guys, what’s the difference
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| Naughty girls, nice girls, talkin' distant
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| Gather 'round, sit back, take a listen
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| Here’s a little story on how life can turn vicious
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| Thirstin Howl the third motherfucker!
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| I’m out here chillin' in the sunshine — in all these sun-rays
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| Solar powered motherfuckers! |