| I see you’re losing your mind
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| I see you’re wasting some time
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| Why are you in such a grind?
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| Don’t worry, I’ll tell your mama you’re doing fine
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| Lord
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| Lies, you told me I was the one with the gun and a toolkit
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| Why would you pick on a little white boy turned misfit?
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| I, I don’t know what you’re doing to me
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m running in circles
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| While I’m getting sold off for free
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| You know I’m easy to fool
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| But I ain’t cut open just to bleed
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| I see you’re making all the rules
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| But you’re just giving me more to feed
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| Lies, you told me I was the one with the gun and a toolkit
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| Why would you pick on a little white boy turned misfit?
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| I, I don’t know what you’re doing to me
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m running in circles
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| While I’m getting sold off for free
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| You can’t sell that for free
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| You can’t sell that for free
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| Oh, you can’t sell that for free
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| You can’t sell that for free
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| Oh, you can’t sell that for free
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| You can’t sell that for free
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| No, you can’t sell that for free
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| Well, you can’t sell that for
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| Lies, you told me I was the one with the gun and a toolkit
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| Why would you pick on a little white boy turned misfit?
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| I, I don’t know what you’re doing to me
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| 'Cause it feels like I’m running in circles
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| While I’m getting sold off for free |