| Red and yellow and pink and green
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| Purple and orange and
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| Blue, blue, my world is blue
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| Blue is my world, now I’m without you
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| Gray, gray, my life is gray
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| Cold is my heart since you
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| Since you went away
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| I’ve been grinding my ass off, sweating my pants off
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| Getting my raps right, you got all your math wrong
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| You thought I was past gone, thought I picked the last straw
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| Guess what? |
| You were dead wrong (bitches!)
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| Call your past to tell em' Jason’s back, no mask on
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| I’m ready to blast off, I’m ready to cash out
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| I still got this map out, I got this game in the full Nelson, you fuckers,
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| you better tap out
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| Orgasms for the ears, bitches I’m ready to jack off, I’m Nasty
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| Denace is back dog, who’s back y’all, it’s me shit, Nasty on bath salts
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| I admit I hate you, kiss my ass y’all, thank you
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| Red, red, my eyes are red
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| Crying for you alone in my bed
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| Green, oh green, my jealous heart
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| I doubted you and now
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| Now we are apart
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| I write songs for the kids that light bongs
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| That hate life, that never hit the brake lights
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| The new age where gays and gay dikes form a straight line and march for the gay
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| rights
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| And Macklemore’s a fag, you dang right
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| What happened to rap? |
| It’s all daylight
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| With birds and bee’s and we all play like
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| We’re on the same team, well I’m here so you better pray twice
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| Bitch I’m here this ain’t no picnic, this basket is full of slick shit
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| Grenades and a page with a hit list
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| No competition, I rip shit
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| Who’s next to give me a hug in case I rip your spine out and leave you twisted
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| Twisted? |
| TWISTED
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| Black, oh black, the nights I’ve known
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| Longing for you so lost and alone
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| Gone, oh gone, the love that we knew
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| Blue is my world now I’m |