| I’ve had too many days
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| Where I’m ready to break
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| There’s gotta be more
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| There’s gotta be more
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| So I ingest everything
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| 'Cause I’m in it to win
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| Nothing but time on my side
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| Anywhere I choose
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| 'Cause I wasn’t built to lose
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| And you think I’m going to fail
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| Face down on the floor
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| Just because I’m
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| Hi hi As for me I have to disagree
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| 'Cause I’m one who will survive
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| The ones you eat alive
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| And nobody puts up a fight
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| They die!
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| They die!
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| Rolling dollar bills
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| And popping all these pills
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| But I’ll do what I wanna do
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| 'Cause I wasn’t built to lose
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| You keep making the rounds
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| You push me to the ground
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| Making you feel bigger than real
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| But I’m so fucking sick of your face
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| I’m not running a race
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away
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| While everybody else
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| Is happy on the shelf
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| And I want it messily wrestling everything down
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| Everything down
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| Down, down
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| As for I,
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| I’m way too fucking high
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| 'Cause I’m one who will survive
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| The ones you eat alive
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| And nobody puts up a fight
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| They die!
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| They die!
|
| Rolling dollar bills
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| And popping all these pills
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| But I’ll do what I wanna do
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| 'Cause I wasn’t built to lose
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| There has gotta be more
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| 'Cause I’m one who will survive
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| The ones you eat alive
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| And nobody puts up a fight
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| They die!
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| They die!
|
| Rolling dollar bills
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| And popping all these pills
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| But I’ll do what I wanna do
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| 'Cause I wasn’t built to lose
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| Now break this fucking place, go!
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| I’m so sick of your face
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| I’m not running a race
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away, away
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| I’m so sick of your face
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| I’m not running a race
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| I’m running away
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| I’m running away, away |