| Ashes blowing in the air.
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| Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care.
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| Wasted youth, always on the road,
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| Never looking back and we’re never getting old
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| 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold.
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| Fuck doing what you’re told.
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| We’re going nowhere fast.
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| I feel sorry for this beat.
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| Sympathy pains for this track.
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| This road is taking me back
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| Down memory lane with this rap.
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| I can still look out in this crowd, be wowed and be taken aback.
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| I’m simply stating a fact:
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| I had Wembley Stadium packed.
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| But now we’re on a path headed to nowhere and fast.
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| Another terrorist attacks
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| Like a tariff blows half of Madison Square up. |
| Alas.
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| We perish in the blast,
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| But that isn’t scaring us.
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| We pass nowhere, we’re fearless
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| 'Cause we’re just
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| Ashes blowing in the air.
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| Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care.
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| We don’t give a… no, no.
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| Wasted youth, always on the road,
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| Never looking back and we’re never getting old
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| 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold.
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| Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told.
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| We’re going nowhere fast.
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| 'Cause we’re going no—, going no—
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| Going no—, going no—, going no—,
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| Going nowhere.
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| We’re on the run of our lives.
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| Going nowhere fast.
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| Fuck doing what you’re told.
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| Act like a two-year old.
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| Shit is soon to go kaboom and blow anyways.
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| For MCs it’s a funeral
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| When I’m devising this rhyme
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| 'Cause I’m awake and you’re mourning.
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| That’s why I rise and I shine
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| Like a new day has dawned on me.
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| Gusto, guts, bravado.
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| Nuts and plus I kick up dust and cuss a lot.
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| I must have got you in somewhat of a debacle
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| 'Cause some stuff that’s awful
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| Really don’t mean nothing although
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| There’s a lot of shit I said in jest that’s tough to swallow.
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| But if at times my heart it seems like it’s in the wrong place.
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| It’s probably 'cause it’s on my sleeve.
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| Keanu Reeves. |
| Speed of life.
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| Avoid or veer or just steer toward it.
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| We’re only looking forward, but
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| Where we’re going. |
| We have no idea.
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| Nowhere to go but hysterical.
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| It’s getting warm in here. |
| I set the world on fire.
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| Was born to be an arsonist.
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| Just one spark and it’s lit,
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| But I’mma still get dark on this shit.
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| Told you I’d leave my mark on this bitch.
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| War machine? |
| But you’ve forced me in a corner
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| I’m sure to have something for your rear
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| And in the course of the assault as torture gets more severe.
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| Go to war with me you’ll end up blew to Timbuktu.
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| I send at you a ten-ton nuke like Kim Jong-Un
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| And end up ruining your career.
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| But when all is said and done
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| And at the end of my run
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| I just rewind clocks.
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| Forever young.
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| Make time stop.
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| Will I ever fall off? |
| That day’ll never come
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| 'Til the pine box. |
| Bitch, fuck you!
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| I’m better than I ever was.
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| 'Til the bomb drops, hope it never does
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| But I’m not gonna sweat it 'cause
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| This world’s screwed,
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| It’s already fucked and I’m on top.
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| So everyone’s just
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| Ashes blowing in the air.
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| So what?
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| Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care.
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| We don’t give a… no, no.
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| Wasted youth, always on the road,
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| Never looking back and we’re never getting old
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| 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold.
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| Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told.
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| We’re going nowhere fast.
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| 'Cause we’re going no—, going no—
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| Going no—, going no—, going no—,
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| Going nowhere.
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| We’re on the run of our lives.
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| Going nowhere fast.
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| You can’t tell us nothing.
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| Hard-headed and we’re stubborn.
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| So, one ear and out the other.
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| When we’re young
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| We’re on the run of our lives.
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| Who knows what the future for us could hold.
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| Another shooter. |
| Uh oh.
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| No more tomorrow’s. |
| We’re done.
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| And all we are is
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| Ashes blowing in the air.
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| So what?
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| Our world’s on fire, but we don’t care.
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| We don’t give a… no, no.
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| Wasted youth, always on the road,
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| Never looking back and we’re never getting old
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| 'Cause the skies are black, but our heart’s made of gold.
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| Fuck doing what you’re told, what we’re told.
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| We’re going nowhere fast.
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| 'Cause we’re going no—, going no—
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| Going no—, going no—, going no—,
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| Going nowhere.
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| We’re on the run of our lives.
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| Going nowhere fast. |