| I come out swinging but lost it in round two
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| Probably cause i started drinking vodka around two
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| You getting left behind like a problem i outgrew
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| Do you know who this song is about? |
| you
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| Uncivil attack, its not drunk dribble its rap
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| My chances are getting slimmer
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| Fuck trimming the fat
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| Have it all warts n all
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| I put me foot down when i saw the wall
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| Paranoid private number calling sore
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| Hello?
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| Don’t speak to me I’ve heard it all
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| Declaring war so peacefully
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| Im on me own frequency
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| You’re trying to chew me inner
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| Rigid dregs to a new beginning
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| Breaking eggs and thinking you can fix em
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| Flip the truth its fiction
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| I do this shit and you can listen
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| Stupid grinning through these trying times
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| With tired eyes, wise
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| Drawing vertical lines through minus signs
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| ‘cause i dont like talking, im depressed
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| One word answers, lou reed talking to the press
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| Yes, no, maybe so. |
| ticking a lot
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| I disagree with all three, it is and its not
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| I spun out of a tight situation unamused
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| With the finesse of prince dancing in high heel shoes
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| Im unreal for-real, i wind you up like
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| Reel to reel, and unseal the deal (uh)
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| Im a troubled man, i dont want no trouble man
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| You said, then shun your hand
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| And shook your can instead
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| Ignoring the signs, walking towards your demise
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| Life is like a lord of the flies, a book i haven’t read
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| Jumping in at the deep end, blind
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| A good friend im giving you free tens for five
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| Mate, arrive late, for my demise
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| Wise, prepping my own medicine
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| Slicing limes |