| Once I was molded by the cruelest intentions
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| I remember the days, I would justify all the speculation
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| And if you’re gonna plant a rose expect some weeds to grow
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| And if you ever get that far everyone’s a critic of your every move
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| I used to find time to be defined by the public eye
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| Fuck it, I rose above it
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| In a mental prison
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| Searching for my big break
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| I need less attention
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| On all of my mistakes
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| What if I gave it up
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| And they’d stop trippin'
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| All the doing dirt gone in a minute
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| Just my luck
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| It makes no difference
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| Cause all the while I’m blind
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| I’m doin' fine
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| I walked the walk and earned something
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| If you quit the talk, you might fuckin' learn something
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| I grew up a fuckin' screw up
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| Got disrespect from the cliques
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| All the kids I fuckin' knew of
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| I used to find time to be defined by the public eye
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| Fuck it, I rose above it
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| And if you’re gonna plant a rose expect some weeds to grow
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| And if you ever get that far everyone’s a critic of your every move
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| In a mental prison
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| Searching for my big break
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| I need less attention
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| On all of my mistakes
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| What if I gave it up
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| And they’d stop trippin'
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| All the doing dirt gone in a minute
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| Just my luck
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| It makes no difference
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| Cause all the while I’m blind
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| I’m doin' fine
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| Success is a two way street, yeah
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| But you never wanna meet halfway
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| So we can share this victory
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| When I said success I meant love
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| Through all of the hate I must’ve forgot what it was
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| Trying my best to be impartial to the bullshit
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| But nowadays love is blind
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| I’d like to think we doin' fine
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| I fell victim and I caved in to a flawed perspective
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| Had it stuck in my mind, tried hard to cut the ties
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| I fell victim to what
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| I bet the whole world was concerned with
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| You’ll never know what it’s like
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| Unless I give it up
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| And they stop trippin'
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| All the doing dirt gone in a minute
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| Just my luck
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| It makes no difference
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| Cause all the while I’m blind
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| What if I gave it up
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| And they’d stop bitchin'
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| All the doing dirt gone in a minute
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| Just my luck
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| It makes no difference
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| Cause all the while I’m blind
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| I’m doin' fine
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| Yeah
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| We’re doin' just fine
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| I’m doin' fine
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| You fuckin' puss |