| I’ll never be the same, breaking decency
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| Don’t be tree trunk, don’t fall on my living roots
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| I’ve been humming too many words, got a weak self-esteem
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| That’s been stomped away from every single dream
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| But it’s something else that brought us peace
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| Keep it all inside 'til we feel we can’t unleash
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| But I think that you made it up, I think that your mind is gone
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| I think you shouldn’t have glorified, now you’re wrong!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| They fuck in my head!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck it, you bitch!
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| You and me are here alone
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| Face flat along the edge of the glass
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| But I’m not here to preach, I’m just sick of thugs
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| My parents made me strong to look up that glass
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| So why should I try? |
| Act like I’m a little pissed off
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| With all that shit that needs to stay back in the shell
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| Your punk ass made it up, now your fuckin' mind is gone
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| Should’ve never glorified, now you’re right!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| They fuck in my head!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck it, you bitch!
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| Bitch, you don’t know me
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| Shut up, you don’t know me
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| Squeal like a pig when you
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| Pickpocket, big fuckin' head!
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| Well, I’ll tell you about my blunt stack
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| What’s coming back, Jack? |
| We’ll turn back
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| Curse, fighting their words, tell them that you fucking heard
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| I mean, they know that’s what’s coming, nigga, you quitter
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| I’m thinking about something naughty and won’t tell anybody
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| So, thinking of me by now, but you go grab it
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| I’d like to think, for who I down this shit
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| I belong where they be
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| Because we cannot get back those lives
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| We exist to please, understand?
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| Love hates blacks, shades, and all the players
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| Mr. P.I.G., could I fuckin' see?
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| Shorty done crushed all of my brothers' dignity
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| And to the jury can’t be no turn is all
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| My skin looks colored, does that mean I’m burnt?
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| 'Cause your punk ass made it up, your fuckin' mind was gone
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| Should’ve never glorified, wrong!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck it!
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| They fuck in my head!
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, suck
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| Suck, suck, suck, you bad boy! |