| I got a lot on my mind, let me say it with the chest
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| Give it a rest, put all the rumors to bed, lately I ain’t been impressed
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| What you been thinking? |
| What you been drinking? |
| All of that lean got you
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| feeling pressed
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| Yes, I know I’ve got issues and some might offend you, who would’ve guessed
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| I ain’t a regular guy, don’t look at me like it when I arrive
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| I’ve been ahead of my time, I’m young in the face and dead in the eyes
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| Give me your focus and give me your soul, I’ve given you mine
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| Now come a bit closer, I feel the emotion, feel every vibe
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| And I wanna feed, everybody’s gotta bleed, now it’s either you or me
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| I ain’t gonna let 'em breathe, nobody safe, nobody free
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| You wouldn’t believe, what I’ve done when I speed
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| G in me got me looking like I need to know peace
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| I need release, give me a reason, give me a lease
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| On this life, what it means, some of it has been a dream
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| Some of it has been a nightmare and I feel it more when I sleep
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| Don’t wake me please, I wanna hurt, I wanna seethe
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I went on tour, thought it’d open up a door
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| Did it again, did it again and again, even if I can’t afford
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| What it would do to me when I would come home, energy in me will run low
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| Looking for a little dopamine, a little serotonin, no luck though
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| I’ve been through it and I still go through it when I’m feeling real low
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| Getting money but I feel broke, put it into what I built slow
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| If I didn’t, I would blow it all, bring in what you’d probably kill for
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| Doing everything I need to, just so maybe I could feel hope
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| God damn, yeah, look at me go, letting you into my personal life
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| I don’t know how to communicate, there’s a lot for you to learn when I write
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| Every time I go and turn to the mic, I ain’t got a single worry in sight
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| These days, I ain’t doing much and I feel bad so I work in the night
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| I just really wanna sleep in, every minute like a weekend
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| Maybe I don’t wanna be here, maybe I don’t wanna pretend
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| Maybe I just need change, maybe I just need to breathe in
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| Maybe I just need to reset, need therapy or need Jesus
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done
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| Yeah, I ain’t a saint
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| Look at me, look what I’ve done
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| Look what I’ve done |