| You don’t have to be the best to be number one
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| There’s plenty of numbers waiting on you to fall
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| Why are pretty people pretty
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| I think they call it just because
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| We’re all a nation of outlaws
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| Blacks and whites
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| Right-handers and southpaws
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| I ain’t snitching I’m bitching
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| F-15's and M-16's
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| Magazines and killing machines
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| God would not invent these things
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| Are we perverted as it seems
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| If this was a dream it’d be a nightmare
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| I like to know how to fight fair
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| Cuz I can’t successfully cheat
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| Can’t help feeling like I been beat
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| I got no familiarity with clarity charity case
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| Life has become a parody pace of a Indy race
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| Stare in the face of fuckupedness in the mirror
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| Wobble like webble from needles mad bottles
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| Baggies and wobbles problems simply the pebble’s
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| Hobbled the mental in a lot of ways in a little
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| Comfort but instrumental determentally gobbling
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| Pills for supper upper echelon big city pretty
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| Silicon titty bittys want wads of fifty’s
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| Not a hard working witty man with callus hands
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| So I’m shitty shiny shotty in my lap
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| And drinking Naughty tapping or cracking the melon
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| That got me snapping fell in a trap in lunacy
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| Laughing sapping my sanity someone tell me what happened
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| Before I go capping crowds yapping with loud mouth devils
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| Of thou shalt the by wrong route so fuck it
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| I feel forsaken I’m flipping dipping riding bouncing
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| Looking like we’re all faking I roll home and take an ounce in
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
|
| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
|
| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me
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| Sleep Eat Drink Shit
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| There another week went
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| Numb nuts dumb struck
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| Hard to tell what’s what
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| Numb skull sitting 'round
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| Blank stare think--ing
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| Nothing but shoot me |