| I don’t know where I’m goin'
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| If I gotta take the high road, I’m rolling
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| I ain’t tryna get like all up in your head again, Montana to Atlanta
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| Maybe I should just go mosey my ass over to your house
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| Pulled in by the sight of you up on the couch, so cosy
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| Know that you look like rosey cheeks
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| Or are you so cosy with somebody else?
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| Get nervous, my stomach churnin', burnin'
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| I’ma be ready to knock some teeth out of his ass
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| Late night corner, we pass
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| Flick that switch and get ready
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| Used to skip around the pain
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| We don’t go there no more
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| We don’t see sun no more
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| Baby wanna raid the whole apartment like the FBI
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| Takin' everything from pots and pans to fans like GoldenEye
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| Everything 'cept the door
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| Everything in the drawers
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| Used to be so perfect but it’s never gettin' solved
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my)
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| Do I matter? |
| I’m ecstatic, I’m depressed
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| More like God’s special mess
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| Never had no halo
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| Trippy, I can barely hike it outta bed
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| Time-bomb under it
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| Persuading you to hop in
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| Mm, options, runnin' out of options
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| Mm, options, used to have options
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| Mm, options, runnin' out of options
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| Mm, options, used to have options
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| If I gotta take the high road, I’m rolling
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| I don’t know where I’m going
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| If I gotta take the high road, I’m rolling
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my)
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| Used to fight all my night terrors, now I smoke through the dreams
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| The pressure put me in the places where I’m stuck in the seams
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| They sealed my mouth, they said the only way to breathe is to scream
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| Pop the stitches from society and fall to my knees
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| The machines weaving our fate are getting harder to please
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| But I believe to an extreme (We all can find a way)
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| To anybody listening that’s in between (We all can find a way)
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| Went to church for the hell of it
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| Stumbled in drunk as shit, been goin' through it again
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| Been talkin' to myself, wondering who I am
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| Been thinking I am better than him
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| In times like these I just need to believe it’s all part of a plan
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| Lost a part of me, but I am still here
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| I wash it out of all of me to feel the fire
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| (Maybe I’ll be gone for a minute and)
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| But you know, you know that’s a lie
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go)
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| I wash it out of all of me to feel the fire
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| (Maybe I’ll be gone for a minute and)
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| But you know, you know that’s a lie
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my eyes go red)
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| I’m sure I’ll find it
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| (No one helped me when my, no one helped me when my) |