| I’m so sick of your kind
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| You’re blind, you only know the cognition that you would let by
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| You couldn’t know what I’m truly thinkin', but that’s fine
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| I got a different persona to meet the next guy
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| And the wings of rebellion appear at my back
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| Granting me my freedom
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| My mask it protects me from all that is heading my way
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| Shield me from the shit you say
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| Talkin' to heart so grey, from the sickness
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| Of this infected place that I witness
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| And although my spirit is broken
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| I should let you know im not finished
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| Pussy don’t step to me
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| Better strap up lil bitch cus its game time
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| Leave your body broken as you layin' at the wayside
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| What the fuck is up lil bitch? |
| Now it’s playtime
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| And Imma play around until you break
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| Huh
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| Braving the fire alone
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| I sit on my throne
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| I’m filled with the anger and pride that I know
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| Pick my mask up off the floor and get ready for the war
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| It’s time that we settled the score
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| Dealing with anger I never knew I had inside of me
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| Now watch me internalize and direct it at society
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| I’m tryna remember the only people that were kind to me
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| And I can only think of like 3!
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| Fuck
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| I was told I can’t survive if I’m weak, you see?
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| Could it it be? |
| It was, I couldn’t be me? |
| Indeed
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| I shouldn’t have to be afraid to be different
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| I won’t be made to change, I’ve made my decision
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| Pussy don’t step to me
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| Bitch aye
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| Fuck with me I’ll leave you in a
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| Ditch aye
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| No, you not a friend cus you a
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| Snitch aye
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| Step to me you know I’m finna
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| Switch aye
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| You couldn’t know what I think
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| Your mind’s too closed
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| But you’ll never break me down again
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| And the wings of rebellion appear at my back
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| Granting me my freedom |