| I swear to goodness I have no fear of failure
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| A&E will always hold my place as a commercial whaler
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| Every mistake I’ve ever made has had a certain inexplicable beauty
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| You overachievers could never replace
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| I’m not sorry that I failed you
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| And I’ll unabashedly crawl back under the rock that I hail to
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| I waste a lot of time perusing Wikipedia entries
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| Locating algorithms that’ll make me famous like Fonzworth Bentley
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| I don’t want to wear technicolor bowties
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| And I’m sure you could surmise
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| I’m not the type to ghost ride
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| I was the kid memorizing danger mouse in my tree house
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| A mansion is a house with plenty of couch space for all my friends
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| Real brothers don’t care if you’re an hour late to make amends
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| I’m out and about tending to my fruit garden
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| While you go to Club Sexytime attempting to make your liver harden
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| My favorite mug smells like bergamot tea leaves
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| And I find myself dosing off in a heaven of acai trees
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| Waking up to a feast of sandpears and apricots
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| Avoiding higher institutions with man-bears for mascots
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| I’ll boycott this fanfare, to kick rocks and stand there
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| In dirty birkenstocks, I’ll return to hip hop when the jerkin' stops
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| I’m pointing fingers at the flatulence of pop music
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| When I played Diablo II I always picked the Druid
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| I’m rolling with a team of better men
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| Rockin' all black, leather lettermens
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| Who call themselves the Whethermen
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| Arbitrarily call myself, «The Greatest Rapper Alive»
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| Without ever consulting any of you other rhyming guys
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| Should the person who helped you find your confidence ever vanish
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| Before you can thank them, in the intricate ways that you had planned it
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| You’ll feel wretched- and terribly selfish
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| I just hope that he can understand
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| I just hope that he can understand
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| Every night before I fall asleep I think of where my brother went
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| How something so real can just disappear, I must be too fucking dense
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| I’m struggling with why I didn’t make it a point to come and see you
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| Staring at your picture in my phone, I can’t be prompted to delete you
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| Every night trying to convince myself these shortcomings are worth nothing
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| Where ever you are, my brother, I hope you rest your weary shoulders
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| There’s a lot more to Rob Espinosa than newspaper clippings in a folder
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| Kurt Vonnegut writes off death with a, «So it goes.»
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| I guess that’s the primary difference between a poet and writer of prose
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| I’m not trying to compress your existence into nicely wrapped tidbits
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| That’d be an insult to your memory as well as metaphysics
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| This is beyond my fucking limits
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| This is beyond my fucking limits
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach
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| You don’t want me to pull memories from way back
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| Cause you ain’t got the necessary jiggawatts in that Maybach
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| The english language dictates we speak of you in past tense
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| Can you cross the river styx with a mere half pence?
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| I don’t know the answers
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| I only know the dances
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| When your facebook becomes your memorial page
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| And I swear I cry when I look through the pictorial display |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Just Us , by - Shlohmo. Song from the album Bad Vibes - 5th Anniversary Edition, in the genre Электроника