| What?
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| Young JC Denton, I forgot to mention my augmented vision
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| Shut the case, pass the mission, then I cause a fissure
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| Came down to Earth and cleared the game in an instant
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| Pixelated visions render my sight worthless
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| Low res dreams make we wake with purpose
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| All my thoughts buffering, my brain ain't workin'
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| Hands still rollin', robotic for certain
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| Program flawed, tell me please what to do now
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| Back of the car, still rolling 'round with the crew, whoa
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| I don't know how I got this far (no)
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| Turned the reason that they hate to the reason that they call
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| Ring, ring, ring, dial tone, can't get it (no)
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| At the tone leave your details in a message
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| Press and delete, then tell you I never get it
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| Encounters with the SESH, I'll let you know when you ready
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| Money owns everything, you know (what?)
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| Shake being controlled and I'll think about taking calls
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| Known to make it dark like F1 (one)
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| Left just to escape, but yo've yet to get far
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| Yappin' about a set, but you've yet to rep one (one)
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| Try to stray way, but you still my stepson (son)
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| SESH
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| And truthfully
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| You are the ugliest fucking son
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| A father could have, and it's a-
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| It's a damn shame you look like that, son |