| This is so unfair! |
| Aw, so unfair
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| Snap out of it, Mike!
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| Anxiety and false piety and bad vibes
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| Got me trippin' over my mind, stop
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| Start for the rhyme and marijuana
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| Double the pulp, I’m on dope, now go
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| Stop, though I want so bad to believe
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| I could be the way I was, please freeze
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| Go back to the place I left last night
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| My mind’s right, not wrapped too tight
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| Looseleafs in the fall of my mind
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| Soon freeze the memories that frost and unwind
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| Tightrope walking the beat I’m stalking
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| Noctural deep, now sleep
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| Awake when I creep, accept the dark heat
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| Thoughts, greed, belief, I’m alive
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| Sleep, if you wish, too many sheep, you heat
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| Half-baked, now I’m awake, I’m great
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| The refrigerator talks
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| The telephone, it squirts
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| And of course the video walkbox
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| The refrigerator talks
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| The telephone, it squirts
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| And of course the video walkbox
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| In time to plug in, time to plug in
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| Time to plug in, time to plug in
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| Don’t try to fight, don’t try to hide |