| I was plucked from the sky
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| pulled down into the the black goo
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| an evil surrounded me
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| now I’m trying to pull my way back through
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| maybe I was running too fast
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| too locked in, too cocky, too close to the sun
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| needed to be burned on down
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| well that’s how it turned out
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| I’m not sure if I believe in god
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| but there’s a force that’ll even odds
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| leave your logic flawed
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| leave you saying (insert black block_ PAPES)
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| maybe that was code
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| pull me off the road because I went too far from home
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| maybe that was wrong but I’ll never know
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| it goes exactly how it goes
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| and supposing doesn’t get me closer to what would’ve been
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| tally the wins, rally the loss, put wind in the sails
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| me and my chick, she’s bad as fuck, we on that no matter what shit
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| we ain’t noting to fuck with
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| same as the crew I grew up with
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| from the downswing to the uptick
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| the mud don’t get as thick as the blood
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| and a motherfucker don’t quit ever he just learns how to trudge
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| so where you are it’s a call out, roof gone, walls out
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| no sir, no sale, I will see you in hell
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| from the bell to the tomb I’m all out
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| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn’t take another way
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| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day
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| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late
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| so I guess I’ll do this my way
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| I vibrate like five strings doing solos around the whole globe
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| and I expand like rubber bands show you how low can a soul go
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| and I snap in half and I put it back, no illusions
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| I go into with no delusions
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| I don’t know it I just fucking do it, ain’t nothing too it
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| fear has got no business here
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| but it don’t disappear it just lives near
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| and I let that settle, prove my mettle
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| and I never peddle that sentimental
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| call my manager, tell him I don’t give a fuck
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| should’ve quit years ago
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| a buck? |
| god damn it I do what I love
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| and all my heroes are broke
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| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn’t take another way
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| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day
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| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late
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| so I guess I’ll do this my way
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| I push until I break then I find me some tape
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| been that way since I was a boy
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| and I found that it snaps when it’s wound too tight
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| now I do it lightly with time to enjoy
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| when I get picked off by scope or claw
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| I land with style like I planned it out
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| make it work like hand-me-downs
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| with a fresh new cut to sing about
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| even lost on the rockiest road I wouldn’t take another way
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| even on the darkest night, even on the coldest day
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| and I’ll never know if that was right until it’s too late
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| so I guess I’ll do this my way |