| I’m on me knees in the night, sayin' prayers in the street light
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| Listenin' to «Gangsta's Paradise» in the rain
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| I’m not playin', and yet I’m dominatin' the game
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| Now the latency on the system matches the delay in me brain
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| I’m killin' it, unintentionally
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| It’s ill if you like it, but if you think it’s wack it was meant to be
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| Lack a reason, just because, don’t fuck with us
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| I plan to stack cash to the height of misery
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| And treat it like a Mini-Me
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| I’m a gloomy giant with a look that resembles a million books
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| How can you be so antsy? |
| Coz along like they’re the Chico family
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| And I’m not waitin' 'round to keep 'em happy
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| I escaped from a town where nothin' happened
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| And I’m dreamin' of a place John imagined
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| It’s gettin' harder to avoid the lies in these poignant times
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| You can win a Nobel Peace Price for destroyin' lives
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| And I’m over here, stuck, tryna think of some shit that rhymes with
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| «I can’t figure out if I’m indecisive»
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| Turn around and walk the other way like
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| Maybe another day like…
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way, another way, way
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way
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| Maybe another day, another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way, another way
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| I’ll vote when there’s somethin' worth votin' for
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| «But don’t you wanna talk politics?» |
| No, I’m poor
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| Close the door, I don’t know the law to break it
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| Just give me somethin' strong and a whore to fornicate with
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| Watch us rise, colonize and drain the planet of its energy
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| To make sure these self-important slobs survive
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| Like, there’s always the afterlife to apologise
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| Evaluate which phase was more depressin'
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| As boredom sets in, blasting footies at the walls of Heaven
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| In his Earth days, he was either saggin'
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| Or tryna find the meanin' in an abstract sleepin' pattern
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| A blundering dreamer
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| Or an over-opinionated underachiever with an ugly demeanour
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| Either or, top heavy but rock steady
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| Buyin' two 10's in a more than one 20
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| I’m not bevvied and blitzed, and life’s a blur
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| Who can get her fried first?
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| Well friend, let’s see then
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| Now drop somethin' that’ll knock you into next weekend
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| Or, simply walk the other way like
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| Maybe another day like…
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way, another way, way
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| Maybe another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way
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| Maybe another day, another day
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| Another time in another life
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| It’d be another way, another way |