| Can’t overcome it, it’s what I do best
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| I’ll pick your pocket for your last red cent
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| It’s a disease, I’m stricken like the rest
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| Never return anything I’m lent
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| It wasn’t me, yeah you know it wasn’t me
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| It must’ve been someone who looked like me
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| Innocent until proven guilty
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| And you ain’t got a thing on me
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| Your possessions, your worldly possessions
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| Mean more to me than your protective obsessions
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| You wanna hide 'em, lock 'em up inside and
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| Throw away the key so I can’t find em
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| It’s a shame, it’s a god-damned shame
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| I’m the culprit but you’re the one to blame
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| I’ll take another lesson from my mother
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| It’s better to take than get took
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| Steal a dollar, steal a dime
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| Force of habit will hit you every time
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| In your pockets, invade your space
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| Force of habit anytime or anyplace
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| Pay attention keep an eye on all your cash
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| Force of habit will deprive you of your stash
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| If I do it, yeah, if I get caught
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| Force of habit is the problem that I got
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| Mama told me look but don’t touch
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| But that only made me want it more
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| Doesn’t matter if you’re a friend or foe
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| 'cause your house is my candy store
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| I admit I know I got a problem
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| But temptation is controlling me
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| I can’t resist a five-fingered discount
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| Everything for me is free |