| Give me a thumbs up, or middle finger
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| On a scale from one to ten
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| I’m a good dad but better sister
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| It’s so hard for you to get the clue
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| Knowing your dream catcher
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| Will never catch the pitch you threw
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| If you knew better you prepare for the worst
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| Either the worst gets the best of me
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| Or the rest of me gets better first
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| It’s all the same capillaries closes down
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| Crushing veins, the blood could never make it out
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| Catch the fairy with the feather in your cap
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| You gon pay a pretty penny for that pleasure in your lap
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| The cat purrs with the promise that acts
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| Like an actor who was always better in the past
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| You got a chip on your shoulder, so it’s cold
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| Could have jumped hot springs, but instead waited for winter snow…
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| So now we’re both walking down the same road
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| In the same pair of shoes ready to get back home!
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| Although the beauties all around me
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| It’s so easy to feel like I’m still drowning
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| Hey, set sail for the shore now Dead nails
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| Bet we could learn another lesson if we exhale!
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| King by design, peasant by mother nature
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| Old soul, trapped in a new age
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| I try to save her with the message in my eyes
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| But by the time I finally entered
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| I was fooled by gold snakes
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| Both gates opened up and tore me apart
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| As they throw their low blow from the high horse afar
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| Light shining through a December witch hunt
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| I tried to kiss karma, but my shin got kicked, Uh
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| Try to keep em' alive, by flippin upside down
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| Kill em' with kindness, but usually get punked
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| So now I ask you to take a chance
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| Allow me to help you think
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| Without trying to make dance
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| And may we focus on the bigger picture
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| You always feel smaller, and the world it just gets bigger
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| Now let that thought linger like a figure eight
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| If you threw a middle finger, then I’m watching you disintegrate
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| I know a lot of people came from the underground
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| But as they climbed up, their ego’s got stuck up in the clouds
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| It’s such a shame to see the ones you look up to
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| Fall in flames and now they’re crawl with
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| Chains on their ankles, afraid to change
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| And take an angle that would fit in the picture frame perfectly…
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| And it hurts me to see them go where the mass
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| Goes brightest star in the sky turns into a black hole |