| Are we all hopeless?
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| Wandering aimlessly all… Along.
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| Are we all hopeless?
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| Wandering aimlessly… My jacket.
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| Hook 1 (Ceschi)
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| Wanna burn you on (?),
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Take a bullet to the brain,
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Wanna burn you on (?),
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Take a bullet to the brain,
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Verse 1 (Josh Martinez)
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| She said she’ll find her number in my jacket.
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| Fuck her, her name she ain’t familiar with it.
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| Yeah, she got my number from the club.
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| Wonder what the hell was I thinking,
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| what drinking night was that?
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| She don’t understand why I can’t just be better.
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| She don’t undestand, I just go away and just forget her.
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| She ain’t even thought about other dudes since I met her.
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| And she knows I’m gonna be around these ho (e?)s.
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| And even though she loves me, she don’t trust me.
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| And I know it’s my fault,
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| I have a big (?) myself with purpose instead of self destructing.
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| It’s the guilt and interruption.
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| So this is when you step up to the plate, right?
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| Right, this is when you step up and lose the stage fright, right?
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| Hide my losses in empty bottles and asses,
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| and drown this town in fire and ashes.
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| Hook 2 (Ceschi)
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| Wanna burn you on (?),
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Take a bullet to the brain,
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Wanna burn you on (?),
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| Take a bullet to the brain,
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| I’ll burn it down.
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| With a little princess doll,
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| with that blood-soaked (?).
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| (something about his pockets, I have issues making out his words)
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| all around the room.
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| (woooo oooh oooh ooh)
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| Jacket.
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| Verse 2 (Sapient)
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| Too much alone time,
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| in my own mind.
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| It’s dark and dirty in there,
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| like a coal mine.
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| I pretend that it’s open,
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| and the doors aren’t boarded.
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| But I’m in here conjuring dark forces.
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| You cold?
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| Here’s my jacket.
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| Your life was plain,
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| I hijacked it.
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| I’m a civilized man,
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| but you cut my heart like a triple bypass.
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| But the cuts were sloppier.
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| Welcome to the party, girl.
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| What me? |
| No, I’m not bitter.
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| I just don’t wanna go out, I don’t want dinner.
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| I just want me time.
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| With you tied, up in the corner.
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| Strugglin' is futile.
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| These are quality moments I spend with you,
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| while we wait on impending doom.
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| Verse 3 (Josh Martinez)
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| All I want is vengeance,
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| everything I have has been taken.
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| Even my word.
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| All that’s left is attitude and a shell of a man and a heart you do not disturb.
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| Try to be the nice guy,
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| I take you at your word.
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| But then try to fuck me,
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| and I’m like a word.
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| I’m gonna kill you in the streets and film it,
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| like a cartoon villain.
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| Word to Prince Johnson, feel it.
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| The thing is, there’s no feelin' stronger.
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| I’ll take your later vision,
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| and people start to follow.
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| It starts slow at first,
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| but hen it starts to swallow everything in its way,
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| 'till you can’t take it no longer.
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| I’m here to tell you,
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| I got the stones and the cajones.
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| I’ll do for the people,
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| I’ll do it to the owners.
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| No risk, no reward.
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| Lets run with the bulls and get gored.
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| Gimme, gimme (??).
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| There’s no reason to turn back now.
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| Gimme, gimme, (??).
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| There’s no turning back to the (?).
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| Hook 1 (x1) |