| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
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| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
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| You choose to be a fool of your own making
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| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
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| Now you get to stand there, be the victim of the day
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| Tell everyone around you, you were a pawn in your own game
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| Oh, how the sympathy will flow as you rest your weary head
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| You’ll be thinking 'bout your hardship, I’ll be chanting this instead
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| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
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| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
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| You choose to be a fool of your own making
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| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
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| My ears have bled blood, never to return
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| I had to learn the hard way and the hard way gets you burned
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| So burn me at the stake, I’ll be the witch of your middle age
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| As I stand here in the fire, my final words you’ll hear me say
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| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
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| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
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| You choose to be a fool of your own making
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| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life
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| Oh, digger, a figure to run to
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| You got me holding you
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| Rocking you in my arms
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| Blinded by you
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| Oh, digger, I give you a month or two
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| You’ll show your colours true
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| I now see through you
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| Don’t see what I saw
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| Digger, pretend to be full
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| Wholesome and truthful
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| Depends on who’s around you
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| Saying what you owe
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| Digger, I never needed you
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| I was your play tool
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| Now that I’ve finished school
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| I can finally say
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| You used me good, hip-hop gold digger
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| Dig into my thoughts and steal my mind
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| You choose to be a fool of your own making
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| Tick-tock, my time a-wasting away on your life |