| You’re a hustler and you know it’s true
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| As you’re telling me telling me telling me that I’m special to you
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| You’re trying to sell the whole crowd a lie
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| As you sing the blues you borrowed while pretending to cry
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| You know that you’ve dug your own grave
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| Now lay in what you have made … Hey
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| I’ve seen through all your tricks before
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| You’re keeping on trying to tell me that you’re giving it all
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| Your moral sign says I’ll be safe in my lane
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| But you’re dishing out the pain while you’re hiding all your riches again
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| Well my mind ain’t a free bordello
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| Pour my wine into your broken glass
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| Every time I bleed you swallow
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| Now I’m starving fast
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| You tell me rules I should live by
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| You put your dissonant take of life inside theology lies
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| You’ll have to find a bigger sucker than I
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| Cause I’ve seen your crocodile tears and dramatic crying
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| Well you’re stuck in a hole
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| What miracle will unfold?
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| You’re knock knock knocking on my door
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| With creative telling and selling of stories I’ve heard before
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| It don’t make sense what other people believe
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| All the see is forest, when it’s just fire wood to me
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| Well my mind ain’t a free bordello
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| Pour my wine into your broken glass
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| Every time I bleed you swallow
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| Now I’m starving fast
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| Well my mind ain’t a free bordello
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| Put my dime into your broken glass
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| Every time I bleed you swallow
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| On a starving fast |