| So here’s to the world that we forgot about. |
| Your insecurities must control
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| Your fucking mouth. |
| But you’re a star in your own mind and blind to the fact,
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| Blind to the fact that you are. |
| Washed up, you’re fucking washed up, washed up.
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| How many years has it been? |
| And who knows about it? |
| So, give up the fucking
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| Dream. |
| So, give up the fucking dream. |
| So, give up the fucking dream. |
| So, you
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| Can blame everybody else but at the end of the day its still your own damn
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| Shame. |
| You fucking rat, get back to the pack. |
| Sick hair, sweet tats, you sucker
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| Bitch-made hack. |
| Watch your mouth or you’ll be watching your back. |
| You somewhat
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| Pretentiously stab in the back. |
| You prey on the people who own what you lack,
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| For no lack of attempting you fail to attack. |
| Karma’s a bitch, one that you can
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| Have back. |
| One that you can have back. |
| One that you can have back and it all
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| Comes back around. |