| Friends… How man does Sage have now?
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| Let me count 'em down with one hand
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| Thought we’d atleast keep peace we’ve been growing change together
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| Instead I’m Strange forever
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| Who’s Sage he ain’t too clever
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| Perverted introvert who gets hurt in rainy weather
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| Rearrange his brain and make the pain get better
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| The dungeons of his dome gots whips, chains, and leather
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| Cold souls get blacker, blood stains get redder
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| Shame on whoever
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| Foils is the ranged endeavor ??? |
| didn’t agree with the outcome but complaining
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| never
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| Its all about me concentrating on the meta-physical and spiritual
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| Whats her name, forget her, but uh
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| Didn’t take too much for me to remember don’t ever expect to be apart of my
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| daily agenda
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| I won’t expect a letter come the month of November
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| If it happens then it happens, and uh, I let you enter at your own risk
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| Back into my life from the mutiny — stupidly — you gave up on you and me
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| Me and you might reunite
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| But it won’t be tonight
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| Cause I don’t really need you right
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| Keep your weak crew tight
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| Cause as we lose light I still have the ability to see true sight
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| Me and you might reunite
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| But it won’t be tonight
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| Cause I don’t really need you right
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| Keep your weak crew tight
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| Cause as we lose light I still have the ability…
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| Some say it ain’t cool what I say
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| Cool, is what I say to helps me keep my cool
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| Anyway I be a fool
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| Till the day that I die say friends of mine
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| Others say I have the most genius mind until the end of time
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| Both sides are correct on being incorrect
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| They’ll agree to disagree upon my intellect
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| When you intersect parallel lifelines
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| You create angles which mangles up the nice time
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| I’m quite calm when you consider the mean
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| Meaning the average, because my savage personality is unseen
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| One’s dream is everyone else’s nightmare
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| I’m sick of cheating souls who wanna battle, don’t fight fair
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| I’m like where, right here
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| Right when, right now
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| Right why, cause I’m not the type to lie
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| Now let me wipe my eye, cause I don’t like to cry in public
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| Try to object but you can’t defy the subject
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| Wipe off your girl’s lipstick, then I hit quick
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| Cause mental ??? |
| bitch
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| This kid’s slick
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| That ain’t nothing but is it
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| Making life or death decisions in an instant when I think quick
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| Think fast when I cock back my pen and let the ink blast
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| Filled with ever floats your boat ???
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| You’ll be back again
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| Acting like my friend
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| Until then, talk shit
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| See I’m trying to live a dream
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| While my dreams are reality based
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| Your mentality
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| Strictly on a salary chase
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| You just a charity case
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| Begging for some sort of flattery, assault and battery
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| You think you matter to me
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| You think you madder than me
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| Lets here you say stuff
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| Stay tough, you trying to be sand paper but you ain’t rough
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| Get your paint buff cause now I’m editing your lettering
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| You better bring a muzzle cause you never should have said a thing
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| Unsettling, emotional, rollercoaster you wish now we were closer
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| That ain’t bout to happen
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| Back in the day we used to hang out
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| You shout my name out but now we ain’t down
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| So don’t claim clout
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| You on a lame route shouting «MUTINY»
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| You, yourself, and you, me, myself, and I
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| You and me. |
| me and you might reunite
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| But it won’t be tonight
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| Cause I don’t really need you cracka, yo I don’t need you
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| I don’t really need you cracka
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| I don’t need you, I don’t really need you |