| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Welcome one, welcome all to the freak show
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| Grade A bigger bistro
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| Where the beef’s known to be lethal
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| And survival’s like a free throw
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| My beach is super sweet though
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| Like Normandy better reload
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| If you’re born to be for the people
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| You can be orderly and beech slow
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| What you thought this was? |
| Utopia? |
| well guess again
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| Cause in these times you tryna fly is not something I would recommend
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| I dream of better place and better things for all my better friends
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| But its gon be a while before we better men
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| I told my shrink I was a sinner, told my priest I was a god body
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| Told a groupie I was in a Christian band
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| And I had a drink from this gods body
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| Programmed like blade runner, living life in the same summer
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| On the sand strapped like game hunter
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| Tryna wrap a bread like it ain’t butter
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| Been plugged up and wired in, prime time for the violins
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| Signed up for the cryogen, Now vibe out to my violence
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| See I been trying to find out how to live forever
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| But at first we must learn how to live together
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| Cause we got
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| I ain’t seen no flying cars, I don’t see no hoverboards
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| Ain’t seen no peace in the east, don’t see an end to these wars
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| I still see people going hungry after begging for more
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| Still see zombies on my block soon as I walk out my door
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| Better know it’s still business as usual
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| Yes the struggle is beautiful
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| We keep feeding this machine giving it something computable
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| We still raise on these soldiers, brought a cost too much for us
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| And still controlling populations and still chopping down forests
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| The trees I burn earn warrants, daddy still in storage
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| We keep fighting for food and eating, still feel malnourished
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| Bro we still 'fraid of the police and scared of the 12 jurors
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| Why they still giving us diseases if they say they ain’t cured us
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| They still ain’t heard us, my thirst so murderous
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| They been trying to buy my soul and then employ my services
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| Every single place I look I still don’t see no sign
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| That we done leveled up and freed our minds
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| But we still got
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes to go
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| Lifetimes (lifetimes)
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| Lifetimes (lifetimes)
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| Lifetimes (lifetimes) |