| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
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| Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
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| Fly like astone thrown out my home
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| In a telephone booth
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| But they don’t make those anymore.
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| I got the cure for the canker sore.
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| I live right above in the candy store.
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| I have scars that no one can ever see
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| I got walls that are even unknown to me.
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| I make art. |
| I draw pictures with words
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| Summon emotions from deep within my skull.
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| Not for glory, I’ll tell you a story.
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| Don’t gotta relate.
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| Narrate my feelings there’s
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| Nothing wrong with feeling
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| No fronts,
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| No gimmicks,
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| No lights,
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| Just lyrics, No flesh, No spirit
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| Yo, I don’t wanna be a Hendrix.
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again,
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| I wanna be a kid again, I wanna be big.
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| Pissin' off a bridge not givin' a shit.
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| Dim witted kill shit, milk all of it
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| Before I’m fully lactose intolerant
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| No pun intended, my voice is quiet.
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| but my thoughts be a shade violent.
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| Aim before you pull
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| Philosophically,
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| I’m outside of the cave and imagery
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| Turnin' ivory to gold then into ebony
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| Now what’d you say to me?
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| Just then, afraid of confrontation
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| I love so much,
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| I hate so much,
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| I hate it.
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| Cause I hear voices in my head
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| And they sing to me.
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| I don’t know who I’m trynna be
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| Or who I’m trynna please.
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| I wanna kill all the noises that I hear inside my head. |
| Your words are better
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| Left unsaid, I wish that they were dead. |