| A man with a promise smashes down my door
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| He sees a future with me, he’s gonna give me more
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| «Give all your trust, I’m sure you won’t regret
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| Just sign the dotted line, and I’ll do so the rest»
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| He says I can’t make it alone, not without him
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| But I’ve always been on my own, he doesn’t know who I am
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| And now I’m starting to see just what you are to me
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| Pre-chorus I:
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| You feed off the art that I bleed
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| You’re a man with a promise but you ain’t shit to me
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| A man broke his promise and he wants reparations
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| He sold me up the river, caused me grief and frustration
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| I gave him all my trust and got stabbed in the back
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| A lucky motherfucker that he hasn’t yet been whacked
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| You ain’t no fuckin' artist, spend your life exploiting others
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| Try all you want, you can’t break me or my brothers
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| A business man vulture, no honor, no class
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| Take your money and your lawyers and shove’em up your ass
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| Pre-chorus II:
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| You feed off the art that I bleed
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| Numbers to you is just pain to me
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| Now the tables are turned
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| Can’t you see motherfucker that you’vre been burned
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| Your a man with a promise but you ain’t shit to me
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| You ain’t shit to me
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| Lead
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| Pre-chorus II |