| You won’t get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won’t never
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| get no answers
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| You won’t get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won’t get no
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| answers
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| You won’t never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up,
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| you won’t get no answers
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| You won’t get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won’t never
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| get no answers
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| Thirteen days in December, you probably won’t remember
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| My mother’s son, I’m the Great Pretender
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| Smoke in my eyes
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| Realized this time the wolf had no disguise
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| Should she take the deal or no?
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| Question posed over jailhouse phone
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| Don’t remember my answer
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| But wasn’t the same when she came home
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| Blame who you want, flame to the blunt
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| Bunk Moreland burning a hole in his gut
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| Just when you think it won’t, it will
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| Just when you think you can’t, you’ll deal
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| Gas leak, plug screwed up the vacuum seal
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| Secret wars, left our dead on the field
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| Feel like inside it’s a hole you can’t fill
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| Who knows though, maybe you got a soul still
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| Maybe you got a soul still?
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| You won’t never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up,
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| you won’t get no answers
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| You won’t never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up,
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| you won’t get no answers
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| You won’t never get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up,
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| you won’t get no answers
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| You won’t get no answers, not for the stuff that keeps you up, you won’t get no
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| answers
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| Trigger warnings in every verse
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| Can’t feel it if it doesn’t hurt
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| Ted Koppel doppelganger
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| Told the cops we rap sangers
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| They said we dead ringers
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| Smell of the wax lingers
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| Watched my man smoke till the cracks was finished
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| Best among us ended up broken and splintered
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| Maybe that explain why I’m staring away ashamed
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| When she ask, «why they take my baby away?»
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| Just pray yours don’t live to see the day
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| Everyday Hustle, his own lookout and muscle
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| Slow pitch, once whitey show, he code switch
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| Told the bitch wish you the best— click
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| Texts written, never pressed send
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| Voices in my head is all yes men
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| Consensus is yes, fucked up again
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| Friends, how many of us have them?
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| Hard bargains, shotgun apartments
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| Smirking sergeants, certain death
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| The direction you marchin'
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| (Born alone die alone, no matter who your man is
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| Born alone die alone
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| Born alone die alone, no matter who your man is
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| Hope you live long enough) |