| This simple weapon of mine is to determine the verse
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| Every thought I have stolen like a German dessert
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| Another burst from the earth, now let the circus emerge
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| Every highway I’m leaving is a turn from the worst
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| So I swerve ‘til I’m first, bring the pain to your mainframe
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| If we ain’t from the same grain, K will never play sane
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| Like padded walls and Adderall, make way
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| I’m causing havoc and when questioned, never name names
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| Day break, tell my guardian I’m safe
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| And if they never let me in, party at the gates
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| I’m chasing, gifted in my own dream
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| Drifting in a smokescreen
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| Castaway and Gilligan don’t know me
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| Go free, got a couple personalities
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| So if there’s someone to blame you should curse the other me
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| Find me turning up the heat, back at it
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| Never pragmatic, so take a seat and listen
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| Tune into the man’s madness
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| The lifestyles of the frivolous hopeless
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| Never listened when they said give me some focus
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| Feeling limitless in the city I wrote this
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| With no promise for tomorrow so I live in the moment
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| The last days
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| Yeah, these are your last days
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| With twenty—eight days to go, I’ma wait for the last
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| The world is yours, time to break it apart
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| They’re all peachy for the joyride until it’s a road trip
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| Then everybody’s home quick
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| I’m thinking that home is where the art’s at
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| Dream-catcher charcoal, tarmac
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| Silly with the rhyme, you try to tell me that you’re past that
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| Charred black fence burned to a crisp
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| Lurk the abyss, city of the churches I live
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| Malevolence churning within until they learn I exist
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| Cause the name came from the flame
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| That blew the furnace to bits
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| Fuck it, I’m too rare to die, too worthless to live
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| I got nothing but my word and two fists
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| I can turn a full gifted, a classic reborn
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| Like the Renaissance, messy after toxic I’m getting on
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| Caught the last bullet train, straight to the head I’m goin'
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| Luggage bag empty and the case is a little worn
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| Armour left behind but I’ll save it for when it’s war
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| Either way, when I’m gettin' on
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| There’s no way to prevent the storm
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| The lifestyles of the frivolous hopeless
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| Never listened when they said give me some focus
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| Feeling limitless in the city I wrote this
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| With no promise for tomorrow so I live in the moment
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| The last days
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| Yeah, these are your last days
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| With twenty—eight days to go, I’ma wait for the last
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| The world is yours, time to break it apart |