| Uh, yep, yep, yep
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| Same one that I forgot to praise, still above me
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| One thing about it, I’ma beat 'em to the punches
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| Stumped all day, thinkin' mama, where the love went?
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| With every triplet of trips around the sun
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| Some of the sludge get thicker
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| I’m chippin' away at crust
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| Hold your head ya sinners in for a whole 'nother bust
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| Roamin' the citadel
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| On foot eleven when the spliff gave me a rush
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| Playin' the cuts like a DJ
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| Let me know if you wan' tangle with some lemon merengue
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| Wallabees sole stained gum
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| Explorin' a couple different avenues and stayin' dangerous
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| Day drunk, yuh
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| Sometimes the pain sit and fester into hate, beloved
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| I’m workin' on it
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| It’s worth the time
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| Further down the line, you might realize
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| What’s yours obviously mine
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| Toss the sword back into the vines
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| Callin' out for Lord, lookin' low and high
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| Finally found it at the core of my
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| It’s a little loss, what’s a little lie, lye, lye
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| Tell 'em
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| Gotta make it straight
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| Get a jar, it’s hot
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| The longer you can stand it, the straighter it’s gon' be
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| I gritted my teeth, my eyes watered, my nose was runnin'
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| I couldn’t stand it any longer
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| Then my head caught fire |