| Yo, contemplating as I ponder, making observations
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| I just used a lot of ways to get across the same thing
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| I’m over-complicating it but what I’m saying is
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| I’m sorry ‘bout this stupid song I made, I wasn’t concentrating
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| If the world ends with a fight between God and Satan
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| I wouldn’t even know which side to choose
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| It just depends on whether I’m allowed to take drugs in Heaven
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| 'Til then I’m fucking groupies and bunning lemon haze with One Direction
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| Destined to be a star but not right now though
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| We ain’t taking no handouts, we’ve gotta find our own
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| Bitch let’s fuck in a Premier Inn with the lights down low
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| On a bed covered in loose change and five pound notes
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| Got my spacesuit and my jet pack
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| I’m ‘bout to relocate
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| I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back
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| But I tell myself I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay
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| I’m going up up and away to infinity and beyond
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| No more misery I don’t want no one missing me when I’m gone away
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| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious
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| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious
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| Yo, tell a wasteman if you smoke then you should call me up
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| My weed tastes like shit and my 20 bags are small as fuck
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| Don’t be deterred by the fumes when I’m burning this zoot
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| I keep the good shit for personal use, come fucks with me
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| Before I go broke and be a victim of circumstance
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| I’ll blow the Boisht factory up and do an insurance scam
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| Neck a whole bottle of Captain Morgans and hop on stage
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| I’m like a male model 'cause I’m making money off my face
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| Tryna get my debts paid and my head straight
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| My only plan is to earn dough
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| I’ll be doing this until my blood turns cold
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| The spliff’s top heavy like body builders that miss out on leg day
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| Putting burn holes in my church clothes
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| Can’t grow facial hair and I don’t have enough muscle
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| Fired my stunt double for having too much stubble
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| I don’t ask for much in life — I’d just like a beard
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| So I don’t get asked for I.D. |
| when I’m buying beer
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| Got my spacesuit and my jet pack
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| I’m ‘bout to relocate
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| I don’t know if I’ll be able to get back
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| But I tell myself I’ll be okay, I’ll be okay
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| I’m going up up and away to infinity and beyond
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| No more misery I don’t want no one missing me when I’m gone away
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| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious
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| Life’s a joke, I’m dead serious |