| Times have dried, and the well went first
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| Starving to death — nah, I think I’m dying of thirst
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| I get inspired on a momentary basis
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| A livewire — been flown so many places
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| For various faces, like I never knew the mob I was married to the matrix
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| I’m making placements, but living in my basement
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| So what’s a verse if I ain’t really ain’t say shit
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| I paid the mortgage, and the storage and it keep pourin'
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| Can’t afford it so I gotta keep on tourin'
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| Trying to make a record in between was never foreign
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| But unfamiliar when there’s no way to avoid it
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| No way I was loyal to believing in cream
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| But when the well runs dry we go beyond our means
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| And above, most are really just lookin' for love
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| And shed a tear don’t mean you know the sound of a dove
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| When the well runs dry, and the people go home
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| And it’s the end of the song, and ya…
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| Tears won’t fall, so you just can’t cry
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| When the well runs dry for ya…
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| Like the car stopped running
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| And the checks stopped coming
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| Somebody let the sun in…
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| When your card’s declined give it one more try
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| ‘Till the well runs dry
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| Mom was old school, and I was just a child
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| Never knew that when she died it would have me actin' wild
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| Have me actin' crazy, maybe out of my mind
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| But never lazy, we actin' on borrowed time
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| A leader for no reason, used to start up a cause
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| Just believing in my odds became a part of my laws
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| Went from dreaming, to receiving these screaming applause
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| Hear nothing, but believin' for no reason at all
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| A product of a parent leaving is apparently wrong
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| Fuck appearances, appear in here then ‘poof' you gone
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| I took a look at my life, and my reflection long
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| And that’s the same fear mirrored, when I hear this song
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| I just wanna go where I belong
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| I just wanna go to places where I feel strong
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| (For two seasons without rain)
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| And I tell them why
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| When the fame goes, the same when the well goes dry
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| When the well runs dry, and the people go home
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| And it’s the end of the song, and ya…
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| Tears won’t fall, so you just can’t cry
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| When the well runs dry for ya…
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| Like the car stopped running
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| And the checks stopped coming
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| Somebody let the sun in…
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| When your card’s declined give it one more try
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| ‘Till the well runs dry
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| Lack of sleep, sometimes I can’t dream
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| Eyes so red, already tried Visine
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| Stacking cheddar, wasn’t checking amounts
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| Then went from savings right back down to checking accounts (Straight up!)
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| I smacked the Miss Piggy bank with the hammer out
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| A real hammer, not the guns that they ramble about
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| Develop hardship, buying in a sellers market
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| Almost quit smoking weed, but I better spark it
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| (Like my target) Then I see no evil
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| Then weeks go by, and I see no people
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| Trapped in a home, broke with bills trying to pay for
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| Wonder why the album was late — need I say more
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| I love this rap, but I’m living in life
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| The kind that keep me up to these sleepless nights
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| And I don’t need love, but I need this mic
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| To feed the energy that’s keepin' me right
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| When the well runs dry, and the people go home
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| And it’s the end of the song, and ya…
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| Tears won’t fall, so you just can’t cry
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| When the well runs dry for ya…
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| Like the car stopped running
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| And the checks stopped coming
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| Somebody let the sun in…
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| When your card’s declined give it one more try
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| ‘Till the well runs dry
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| Yeah — it’s till the wheels fall off
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| It’s ‘till the well runs dry
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| We gon' get it
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| Once you’ve been down
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| Only way to go is up
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| It’s for my dog right there
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| You gon' get it |