| This is not novelty
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| This is nothing delicate
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| This is the result of some Google search for something relevant
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| Stake claim immediately
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| Cause hot products cool down
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| At which point will flot the new sounds
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| Take fame intravenously
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| But when nature turns to habit
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| I’ll be sure to leave the scene and start stacking it
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| This is nothing fraudulent
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| This is that sure shot itchy finger lingering behind your target audience
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| You got em all convinced
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| But we ain’t buying it buddy
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| Demand for lies is high
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| And you’re supplying it
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| Truth is brutal and consumes you if you let it
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| Type that in your little away message and set it
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Man you’re boring me what you ought to be
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Just following the leader with your blah blah blah
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep
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| And this is not a fashion statement
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| It’s elegant intuition
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| Far beyond your bed wetter kindergarten compositions
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| This is a part of me
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| How can you sleep at night
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| When what you don’t bite you write half-heartedly
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| Go join the army
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| And be the best you can be
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| Give new meaning to blowing up overseas
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| Please
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| We kick them doors down when nobody would let us in
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| And give you that proverbial taste of your own medicine
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| We took your formula and relabeled it
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| And sat patiently and giggled it when you drank it
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| See poison street cred weigh just about the same reflesh
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| Pop bottles and dropped names
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| And you’ll dismiss it cause it isn’t what you’re used to
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| But who the fuck died and made you King Koopa?
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Man you’re boring me what you ought to be
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Just following the leader with your blah blah blah
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep
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| Wow congratulations on your new purchase
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| I heard you bought a crib on biters block downtown plagiarism’s paradise
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| You’re not a movement
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| You’re purely amusement
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| The poster boy for Xerox and the role model for parasites
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| You serve no purpose
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| You’re purely decorative
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| And bore use to death with your auditory sedatives
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| Oh they don’t see
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| No, we don’t sleep
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| And hog tie your runaway bride with cold feet
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| We built this city on lock and load logic
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| And burned it down the same night
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| So go ahead and put your tears on ice baby
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| I think we got a winner
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| And kiss your crucifix your boy’s a certified sinner
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Man you’re boring me what you ought to be
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| Just following the leader with your blah blah blah
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| Keep singing songs for me
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| That I can write in my sleep like I’m counting sheep |