| This heres my life the only one i got
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| Wanna spend my time usin up my spot
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| I learned to rap off the back of a cornflake pack
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| And i was reared drinking beers with my grandads knack
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| When i was in school i’d find myself trouble
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| And at home i would bring myself double
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| But now i’m a player of cards mower of yards
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| Knockin on my skull here and you can tell it’s goddamn hard
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| Oh my god i’ll tell you where i’m at
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| Coz i lost my mind and i ain’t comin back
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| And it’s apt to react cut the track and it’s active
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| Fast thinking manic with air sealing tactics
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| With coppers in day glo from freesty ling do jos
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| There’s no one you don’t know so put on your halo
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| And holding on tight to the shit that you got
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| Is gonna pull you under knock your right off your block
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| Well i’m outta my head just like you said and now i’m proving it
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| Your just a head case it ain’t a race it’s fucking music
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| We turn it on up it turns me on inside and outside
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| You know what i got the feeling that there ain’t no doubt
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| I’m insane i’m on a trip to my brain
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| And i ain’t coming down like the frogs when it rains
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| And it’s time to move on see you can’t get to me
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| You motherfucking dicks can flip on trips
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| While i walk free… see |