| So what I reckon is yeah, we go in there and we smash up everything,
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| take all that we need, and then burn the place down and then jet, innit?
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| What do you mean, burn the place down and jet? |
| Nah man, me nice, you know!
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| What do you mean you’re nice, who are you?
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| Me the angel, so you must be the devil
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| Oi, what is wrong with you, guys in my head?! |
| (Uuugh!)
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| Don’t worry about it, I’ll take care o' him for you
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| If you’re fighting yourself
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| And you beat yourself down
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| If you find that you do
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| Find your feet and stand proud
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| Twist the plot on yourself
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| Lift your soul, you’re now found
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| Look yourself in your face
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| And swear you got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I got this sick little menace inside of me
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| Takes over completely entirely
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| Can’t control or contain the irony
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| No rivalry, it’s self-piracy
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| He steps inside of my privacy
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| It’s light and dark and quite discreet
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| 'Nuff don’t believe when I’m skinning teeth
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| That I’m fighting a war for my inner peace
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| Internal combustion, it’s me on me
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| Everyday and it’s full of grief
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| I fight the pain and I’ll find belief
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| Stand firm and I hold my steez
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| No relief, no smoking leaf
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| I’m both sides, captain and chief
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| Police and thieves in the middle of the beef
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| I’m chasing myself and I got to beat me now
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| If you’re fighting yourself
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| And you beat yourself down
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| If you find that you do
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| Find your feet and stand proud
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| Twist the plot on yourself
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| Lift your soul, you’re now found
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| Look yourself in your face
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| And swear you got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| Yo
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| When the pressure builds up
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| And you feel like you’re ready to erupt
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| Cos the heat inside you conducts
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| Middle fingers high, no front (Fuck!)
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| That’s just to wake yourself up
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| Find new ways to go and construct
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| Open your problems draw for the truck
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| Steamroll them, flatten them, done (done)
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| When the devil and the angel fight on your shoulder
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| It’s only them to confront
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| It’s only you they try cut
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| They want to rinse you out and corrupt
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| Then disrupt that leads to mistrust
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| Scattered like ashes and dust
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| And the matter’s all inside us
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| It’s up to you, just spark and then bust
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| If you’re fighting yourself
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| And you beat yourself down
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| If you find that you do
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| Find your feet and stand proud
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| Twist the plot on yourself
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| Lift your soul, you’re now found
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| Look yourself in your face
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| And swear you got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now
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| I swear I got it from now
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| Yeah fam, yo, I swear I got it from now |