| It’s a hard knock life…
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| Bite you once, it’s gon' bite you twice
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| But mentally the release is nice…
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| Write down all my thoughts while the beats suffice
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| For one time, I ain’t gotta search for words
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| Or strain my brain, bending up my mind like curbs
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| I get lost in the music and never come back
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| From the pain to the brain, to the pen, to the track…
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| Looking back, wondering why I did that…
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| And this and this here…
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| But this and that’s passed to the past
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| Ridin' with my folk up in the Lac
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| Got the coke up in the stash and a pistol on the dash about to crash
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| Swervin' while the pigs roll past
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| About plastered, cotton mouth from the grass
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| Sittin' high like a birdie on a wire from the cradle to the gutter to the grave
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| to the fire…
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| On fire
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| I’m lost in my circumstance
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| I’ve forgot how to feel…
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| Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
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| I’m stuck in this hell, I don’t know where to go
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| Life is a pain that I don’t want to know
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| My mind is my cell and I ain’t seeing parole
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| Sometimes I wish I was invisible
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| Wish…
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| Wish…
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| I was invisible
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| We’re like fiends, chasing a pipe down pipe dreams
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| Justifying the end to keep means, when it’s the means that’s poison to your
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| dreams
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| But we ain’t trying to hear that though, put the poison to your lips breathe
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| nice and slow…
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| Until we’re burned out, turned to powder, then a couple years later ain’t no
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| coming up out of it
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| But I’m sick of living for what’s gonna kill me
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| I’d rather have the whole world love me than fear me
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| I keep it 100 even if you don’t hear me
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| I came to speak truth, I ain’t in it for the penny
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| Hated by many…
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| Fuel for the fire
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| I keep my eyes high like a birdie on a wire…
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| You wanna navigate the path to life falling apart?
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| From the eyes to the to the mind, to the hands, to the heart, to the dark…
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| I’m lost in my circumstance
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| I’ve forgot how to feel…
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| Sometimes I wish that I could just disappear
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| I’m stuck in this hell, I don’t know where to go
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| Life is a pain that I don’t want to know
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| My mind is my cell and I ain’t seeing parole
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| Sometimes I wish I was invisible
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| Wish…
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| Wish…
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| I was invisible |