| I’m still hearin' these savages that keep copycatin'
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| Biters hangin' off the back of the bandwagon
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| «Let's all pile on and write the same soundin' song
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| So in a year from now our careers will be gone»
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| But I’ll move on, I’ll write on, I’ll still keep on evolvin'
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| I’ll be startin' problems just so I can solve them
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| I break shit, outta hatred, then try to fix it
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| This play of opposites be drivin' most people ballistic
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| I can’t hang with a man that can’t stand at all
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| So like Pink Floyd, I’m forced to build a wall
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| I try to explain to my fam the best that I can
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| But that’s the way I am, this man is hard to understand
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| I often ignore when people talk, sure I look lost
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| It’s only because I’m turned off and bored of your thoughts
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| My fault, my flaw, boss, it’s not yours
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| I just wanna think of somethin' no one’s thought of before
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| And when I sell myself, I’ll be spreadin' the wealth
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| So ain’t no way I’ll let my label keep my shit on the shelf
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| There’s hardcore artists needin' help with the bills
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| While that kid with little skill, he got a house in the hill, but still
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| There’s real cats that are willin' to steal, willin' to kill
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| That will shed blood for a meal
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| And I’m hungry as hell, feel like I’m dwellin' in a cell without bail
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| My country jail is just a self-made shell
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| I never thought that I was better than y’all
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| Lesser than y’all, or any more clever than y’all
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| I just sat up in my room, on the floor, starin' at the walls
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| Come to think about it, I really didn’t do much at all
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| But that noise never stopped, always made my head bop
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| You know it was, is, and always will be all I got
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| Call it what you want it, but the shit’s not Pop
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| 'Cause famous or not, I’m rockin' 'til the day that I drop
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things I can’t explain
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| Some things that I can’t explain
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| Don’t understand why they wanna pick apart my brain |