| This is what I am, who I be
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| What I do and what I see
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| Is a person who sold their soul
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| Well that’s not me
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| Only thing I’m selling is what you see
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| This is going to be the type of conversation that
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| Person to person will personally effect you
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| Make impressions impossible to forget about
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| Get past, or get us closer to a break through
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| Mask any emotions, through motions of regretting you
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| Because of all the words I never got to spit out
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| The product of a man’s man
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| With his hand’s rock hard
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| And scared from the life that he loved
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| Don’t give a shit about another man’s plan
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| Or what you think
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| Cause in blink of an eye I’ll be gone
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| Fuck a radio chorus
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| I wanna see blood for once without the judgements
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| Fuck a radio chorus
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| I wanna say what I want without you judging me
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| So you wanna be the type of mother fucker that
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| Person to person is personally an asshole
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| And leaves impressions impossible to forget about
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| With the tragedy and gravity of a black hole
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| And sucking out every opinion that I have of you
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| And with every second I say every word I ever wanted to spit-out
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| The product of a man’s man
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| With his hand’s rock hard
|
| And scared from the life that he loved
|
| Don’t give a shit about another man’s plan
|
| Or what you think
|
| Cause in blink of an eye I’ll be gone
|
| Fuck a radio chorus
|
| I wanna see blood for once without the judgements
|
| Fuck a radio chorus
|
| I wanna say what I want without you judging me
|
| This is what I am, who I be
|
| What I do and what I see
|
| Is a person who sold their soul
|
| Well that’s not me
|
| Only thing I’m selling is what you see
|
| Fuck a radio chorus
|
| I wanna see blood for once without the judgements
|
| Fuck a radio chorus
|
| I wanna say what I want without you judging me |