| Yeah
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| D-Sisive, Bender, Papa let’s go
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| Yo
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| Yeah
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| Another day, another empty rat race
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| Some get out the way, others went to Backpage
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| Facts changed talking tough when you wouldn’t box
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| Leaves a wooden box, couldn’t stop, wouldn’t stop, lack brakes
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| Stone-cold when the glass breaks, grass stains from my past flames
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| Lost smile attracted pain, crashed the train
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| Came back long rifle Shawn Michaels gone psycho back break I’m back great
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| A living contradiction, bloodstained Velcros
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| Met the Devil sold him 28 grams of 'hello'
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| Hell no this elbow grease ain’t going unnoticed
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| All these Sandra D’s can’t compete in hopes of emotive
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| Foundation crumbling, Sarasota dreams
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| There alone I’d squeeze the trigger but the killer’s serotonin leaves
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| Harnessed in a bread race, regardless what the pen makes
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| Thin ice, don’t want it, like a Tanya Harding sex tape
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| Another day, another empty ashtray
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| Another unanswered prayer with a sad face
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| Another wilted flower in a cracked vase, wishing for a fanbase, a round of
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| applause, a handshake
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| And a Kraft Single, last place in the rat race
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| Slow dancing with my shadow in a gas chamber
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| A ballerina with the grace of a dinosaur
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| Declawed lion with a quiet roar, raw
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| I prefer to watch my present with my glasses off
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| I’m terrified of clean khakis and matching socks
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| Jesus Christ and a messy room
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| Arrested 'cause I bled the truth like Lenny Bruce, any-who
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| Free falling like a petty tune, neck and noose
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| A human being in a petting zoo, posing for the lenses, of you Buddy Hollys and
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| your Peggy Sues
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| Waiting for the Reaper, hoping Father will send him soon
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| Yo, Prehis' what up? |
| (Yo)
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| Dirty Derek what up?
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| Conceived in the '70s, born in the '80s
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| Found rap in the '90s, '90s done raised me
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| 2001, something done changed me
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| Watch the world burn from the paid screen in my plane seat
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| It’s all a daydream, trapped in sleep paralysis
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| Starving artists suffer, rec' execs feed the talentless
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| My name Al like Bundy but I’m more like Ted
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| Sweeney Todd with the razor, keep the pork pies fresh
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| I got respect for women, I’m invested in 'em
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| That’s why I study feminism plus the dentist system
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| I joke around but that’s the pessimism
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| Because I never make the best decision when I’m getting with 'em
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| I only cried when Bowie died
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| Wore Ziggy Stardust face tat on my ugly side
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| Yeah I never thought my life would be like this
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| Take a loss with a grain of salt, that’s some real life shit |