| I don’t read, yeah, I just guess
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| As the world turns
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| Don’t bother me with your messs
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| I’m trying to do my best
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| Get my head up out the stress
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| When the money turns the world
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| Your lovin’turns to less
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| I learn by mistakes
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| Most of it is yours and
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| I’m done living life as a criminal
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| I thought I’d die young just to please the old
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| Now I teach the young, I’m victorial
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana
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| I’d rather go on,
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| Go up and down
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| Turn myself all around
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| Then to stay down
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| I’d rather go on,
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| Go up and down
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| Turn myself all around
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| Then to stay down
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| The war in me makes a warrior
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| Like a pitbull gettin’with a terrior
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| I’m better off in North Korea
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| Yeah, droppin’from a barrel of a carrier
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| Coz I got enough to be more
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| It’s hard enough to get more
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| I shut the door on everything
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| Just to let my head blow
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| Coz I got enough to be more
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| It’s hard enough to get more
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| I shut the door on everything
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| Just to let my head blow
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana
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| I’d rather go on,
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| Go up and down
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| Turn myself all around
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| Then to stay down
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| I’d rather go on,
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| Go up and down
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| Turn myself all around
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| Then to stay down
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| Picture this, a dull grey street in the train
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| Neon signs gonna shine though
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| Shorty you gonna shine though
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| Come up on ya treasure trove
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| Like the sun explode
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| Check up in the paper
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| In the mirror for ya horoscope
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| Walking on a tightrope
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| Go for something, I don’t even know
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| Where to get it from
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| Sending out a signal
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| Smoke from a gun blow
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| As I knock off knock off
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| Things that I don’t want.
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana
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| Nanananananananana
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| Nanananananana |