| Well I spend a lotta time lookin at the ground
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| With my hands out infront of me and my head in the clouds
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| It ain’t typical, screw it, I ain’t your typical man
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| I’m livin the way I wanna and doin the best I can
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| Plus a lotta people wanna break out the nooses,
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| Pull down the sun and charge everybody to use it
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| But I’ve decided I’m a keep to myself
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| And plus I never needed a reason to be anything else
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| I mean look at me, I ain’t covered in gems
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| I don’t know what hyphen means dude and neither do my friends
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| I don’t go to the club, I don’t fight for fun
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| Shit I’m almost 25 and I ain’t never shot a gun
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| But I do like drinking and shopping on the internet
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| And tryin to get lucky jumpin into the livin legends
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| So you take can it the way you wanna see it
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| Say whatever you want I’m just never gonna believe it
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| Yo outta sight outta mind these days
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| Call me two sheets into the wind
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| They wanna tell me how to walk
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| Wanna tell me how to talk
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| Wanna tell me how to die
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| Wanna tell me how to live
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| (I like the way that I live)
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| Outta sight outta mind these days
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| Call me fucked up and fine with it all
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| They wanna tell me how to live
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| Wanna tell me how to die
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| Wanna tell me how to rise
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| Wanna tell me how to fall |