| I need love
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| You need love
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| Give me love
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| And I’ll give you my love
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| They say thirty’s the new twenty
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| And twenty’s the new thirty, shit I guess
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| Makes sense, 'cause fifteen-year-olds seem twenty
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| And twenty-five -year-olds seem ten
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| I used to drink away my paycheck
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| Celebrate the mistakes I hadn’t made yet
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| Our generation isn’t the best on safe sex
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| We forget the latex, becoming Planned Parenthood patients
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| Synthetic heroin is the new basehead
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| So much to escape, fuck a straight edge
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| Walk around looking through a fake lens
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| Apps this good, who’s got time to make friends?
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| I wish I didn’t care
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| If cynical hispters with long hair
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| And cocaine problems, like my music
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| It’s not my issue, I can’t solve it
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| My flight has finally landed down
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| And the ground has stopped moving all around
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| Eyes open, awake for the very first time
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| We both forfeit this game of crime
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| They say, «It's so refreshing to hear somebody on records
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| No guns, no drugs, no sex, just truth»
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| The guns — that’s America, the drugs are what they gave to us
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| And sex sells itself, don’t judge 'til it’s you
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| Ah, I’m not more or less conscious
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| Than rappers rapping 'bout them strippers up on a pole, popping
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| These interviews are obnoxious
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| Saying that «It's poetry, you’re so well spoken,"stop it
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| I grew up during Reaganomics
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| When Ice T was out there on his killing cops shit
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| Or Rodney King was getting beat on
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| And they let off every single officer
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| And Los Angeles went and lost it
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| Now every month there’s a new Rodney on YouTube
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| It’s just something our generation is used to
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| And neighbourhoods where you never see a news crew
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| Unless they’re gentrifying, white people don’t even cruise through
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| And my subconscious telling me stop it
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| This is an issue that you shouldn’t get involved in
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| Don’t even tweet «R.I.P Trayvon Martin»
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| Don’t wanna be that white dude million-man marching
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| Fighting for a freedom that my people stole
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| Don’t wanna make all my white fans uncomfortable
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| «But you don’t even have a fuckin' song for radio
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| Why you out here talking race, trying to save the fucking globe?»
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| Don’t get involved if the cause isn’t mine
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| White privilege, white guilt, at the same damn time
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| So we just party like it’s 1999
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| Celebrate the ignorance while these kids keep dying
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| My flight has finally landed down
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| And the ground has stopped moving all around
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| Eyes open, awake for the very first time
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| We both forfeit this game of crime
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| I need love
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| You need love
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| Give me love
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| And I’ll give you my love |