| White! |
| Then you look away
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| You reach for assistance
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| When you start to sway
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| Knees feel weak
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| As your vision fades away
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| When you’re faced with death
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| That’s when you start to pray
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| Blind! |
| Now you can see
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| The myths you create about reality
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| Darkness on the streets
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| You let the world deceive you
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| In my company
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| Reality will greet you
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| Psyche Check, Check
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| Cry to me, as your vision fades away
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| Gonna rate your sickness by your will to stay
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| Blind. |
| Now you don’t see
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| No why. |
| No where. |
| No way
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| You’re better off to pray
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| Darkness on the streets
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| You let the world deceive you
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| In my company
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| Reality will greet you
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| Psyche Check, Check, Check
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| Someday, gonna have to say
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| Someday gonna (wanna) have a real
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| Dark day
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| Someday, someday, gonna pay for play someday
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| I’m gonna show a real quick way
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| To see your life flash before your eyes
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| White, then you look away
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| I sense your resistance
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| As you start to sway
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| Knees feel weak
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| As your vision fades away
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| Cause now you’re faced with death and there’s no use to pray
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| Blind! |
| Now you don’t see
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| I know why, know where; |
| no way, better fuckin' pray
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| Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you
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| In my company, reality will greet you
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| Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you
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| In my company, reality will greet you
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| Darkness on the streets, don’t let the world deceive you
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| In my company, reality will greet you
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| Darkness on the streets, you let the world deceive you
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| In my company, reality will greet you
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| Psyche, check, check, check
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| Beg, beg, beg, beg |