| Talkin' 'bout crack, cuz they heard it in a rap
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| Went and got some Raf, cause they saw it on they backs
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| Fuck a price tag, they gon' pay that tax
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| Just to look like another, they gon' shed a couple racks
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| See you got a mirror, tell me what is lookin' back?
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| A cookie cutter beam with an influence past
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| Sponge like brain, with a frame soo vain
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| I be nothin' but offended if you look my way
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| Brush off the partical, Bones is the oracle
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| Harness what’s right in a world that’s so horrible
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| Delicate thoughts and third count on my rolls
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| Step on the balcony, speak to the world
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| Shadow that lives in the corner
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| It falls on the house like a tree when it storming
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| It covers the floor like it’s flooded
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| It happens at random, you don’t get no warning
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| Im lookin' for a way to reverse it
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| I don’t see a thing and the light looks nervous
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| The crown molding is molding
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| And the bricks in the fireplace crack and they crumble
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| Hold that thought, let me smoke
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| Sittin' on the fuckin' back porch
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| Hold that thought, let me smoke
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| Sittin' on the fuckin' back porch
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| Hold that thought, let me smoke
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| Sittin' on the fuckin' back porch |