| Been a freak since Creep
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| Still a man from down the street
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| That they do not wanna meet, show my teeth and leave you weak
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| I don’t need no breeze, I don’t need no sun
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| I don’t need no money, I don’t need no one
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| Bitch, my time has just been begun, none that I’ve done can’t get redone
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| Talking them guns like they for fun
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| Where I’m from they lose them young
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| Hunting rifles in the kitchen, foam cooler in the truck
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| They get fucked up and bang, like their time is almost done
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| Drink click-clack, then they drop you down
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| Think it’s cute, think they making new sounds
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| Got payed, and they think they’re cool now
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| But that’s obligatory, nothing new now
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| Used to this shit
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| Thinking you hard, I’ve got news for you bitch
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| You’re new to this shit
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| Reaching for me and you’re losing a limb
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| Bitch, I’m used to this shit
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| Rewind, eject, send it back
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| On a hill with a Map in my lap
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| Trace roads with my finger, where they at
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| Walk the world like I woke up just like that
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| From this far down, they look just like ants
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| So far from my home I stand
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| Insignificance, in-admission when I see the roads at first glance |