| Skeletons in my closet, dusting up the place
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| Hoes in my pocket, wrong past my mistake
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| Sneaking down the hallway, hot floor hot shoes
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| Finding out what’s wrong with her, finding out the truth
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| Messing with my conscience, hard act proof
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| Sick of all the nonsense
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| Sick of all the news
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| It’s not about the doctrine
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| It’s about those who choose
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| Blues clues, Blues clues
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| Blues clues, Blues clues
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| Blues clues, Blues clues
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| Blues clues, Blues clues
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| I wanna be your kiddy can explosive like I’m dynamite
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| Waiting for world to end
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| But that don’t keep me up at night
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| No stress, no pain, no cause, no same
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| No one to please, no time to waste
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| Just live it like, live it like you’re a god
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| Standing on the clouds, but torture not allowed
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| Just live it like, live it like you’re on mars
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| Staring at the sun, ‘cause that’s what we’ve become
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| Just live it like, live it like you’re a god
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| Standing on the clouds, but torture not allowed
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| Just live it like, live it like you’re on mars
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| Staring at the sun, ‘cause that’s what we’ve become
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| ‘Cause that’s what we’ve become |