| Most days I don’t know where the day goes
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| Complacent, just as long as my name’s on the payroll
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| One step at a time, cover the distance
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| Love every line of none of this shit
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| Still rock a misfit mentality
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| Smiling at your majesty, hoping she ain’t mad at me
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| Still walk around this town with a chip on my shoulder
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| Yeah, we been on the boil, now we simmering over
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| So I hit wingspan and take flight
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| Pagliacci chasing a stage dive, that ain’t right
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| Never been the funny one of the bunch
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| The straight faced type, working late nights till my papes right
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| And maybe they won’t let me in the club with these shoes
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| But your girl looking at me like she got nothing to lose (I think she like me)
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| So I’ma take it and run with it, maybe even have some fun with it
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| Live it, love it, leave it, then be done with it
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| Most days you won’t catch me up before double digits
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| Afraid of the light, the sights that might come with it
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| But no limits is the policy whenever we rock
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| I’m like that winning lottery ticket that went through the wash
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| And I could use a big red ball in my backyard
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| Memoirs of the aspiring rap star
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| Money is like sand in the palm of my hand
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| I’ve got a whole fist full then it’s gone, like «Damn»
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| Met hip-hop at 13 and never looked back
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| Droppin' science since 16, same time I dropped maths
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| Now some of my best friends are people I’ve never met
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| So I keep their voices glued to my head
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| And at the rate I’m goin' I’ma be deaf by age 30
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| But fuck it, turn it up enough to make the bass dirty
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| And I’ll hit you with a repentant flow
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| Reverse voyeur: showin' you what you were never meant to know
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| Most days, well, these days it’s more like every day
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| That I’m waiting on my ready made fit
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| Moving at a steady pace, it seems the angel and the devil
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| On my shoulders can’t ever seem to settle a debate
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| Like the cold comfort of an enemy’s embrace
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| Yesterday’s mistakes showin' me a better way
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| Nowadays I watch what I say to some
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| 'Cause there’s a whole lotta damage you can do with a tongue
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| But it’s come to my attention that some change is necessary
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| Making a few stops on my way to the cemetery
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| And yes, I am the new Jack on the block
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| But won’t stop till my crew’s the new black
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| Horrorshow, take a walk with your humble narrator
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| We got Solo on the mic and Adit on the fader
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| And we takin' aim and takin' names
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| Twenty-four-seven, three-sixty-five since '88
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it with me now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left (Sing it now)
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| We ride till there’s no rides left
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| See I used to write sad 'cause it’s easy (It's easy)
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| Then I tried happy 'cause it freed me (It freed me)
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| Now I’m like somewhere in-between these two
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| And I don’t know, I think you’re startin' to believe me
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| See I used to write sad 'cause it’s easy (It's easy)
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| Then I tried happy 'cause it freed me (It freed me)
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| Now I’m like somewhere in-between these two
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| And I don’t know, I think I’m startin' to believe me
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| SACK LODGE: They’re not who they say they are… Those aren’t even their real
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| names. |
| No, everything they told you’s a lie
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| CLAIRE CLEARY: What? |
| I-I don’t understand what your saying
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| SACK: Everything that they’ve told us is a complete fabrication!
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| CLAIRE: Is that true?
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| JOHN BECKWITH: Well, it’s… not entirely
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| CLAIRE: No. It’s a «yes» or «no» question
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| JOHN: I know, but it’s complicated
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| CLAIRE: Yes or no? |
| Yes or no?
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| JOHN: Yes… with shades of grey
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| JEREMY GREY: I’ll level with ya. |
| I’m not perfect. |
| But who are we kidding?
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| Neither are you. |
| And you wanna know what? |
| I dig it!
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| There’s a new headline, there’s a new sensation |