| Sometimes I wonder if you’ll ever shut the hell up
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| But you don’t quit, and you just don’t stop
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| Sometimes I wanna hop on the 5 and ride circles around my city a couple times
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| And pity my troubled life
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| Sometimes I wake up like 'fuck the world!'
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| And after I fuck my girl, I wanna curl up in the corner of my basement
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| Waitin' for civilization to fold
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| The pressure to pay that toll, no longer takes control
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| So I can be a better dad, I can be better in bed
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| I can be a better man, I can be better off dead
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| I can a better son, boyfriend or employee
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| But I better fix my head before I let that shit destroy me
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| Yeah, you know me, that cat with no game, no gear
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| Been in love as many times as I’ve been alive in years
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| It ain’t my fears that’s riding me, nope
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| It’s how I cope and construct, and how I act as if I don’t give a fuck
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| But damn, if I stop and count the amount of fucks I’ve handed out
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| All in the name of trying to find what it’s about
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| I’d probably drown, gasp, cough, gurgle, found dead
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| Stiff position as if I’m about to jump that hurdle
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| So while you lose your hair, I’m losing a war
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| You living thick off the pulp while I’m chewing the core
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| And sometimes I reflect, sit and wish that I was ignorant
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| Unaware of the poison so I could enjoy sipping it
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| That’s why the only thing on my mind is everything
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| So I blame my brain for trying to hold me down
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| And when they finally wash it and hang it out to dry
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| Make sure they know I spoke, make sure they know my sound
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| (Eyedea):
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| Dear primate relatives with extra-terrestrial intelligence
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| I’ve gathered delicate information stating my spaceship’s developed a virus
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| And I was thrown out of orbit past the moon
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| And crashed here November 9th, 1981, Monday afternoon
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| I’ve adapted to this twisted way of living
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| But I always knew I wasn’t from this planet cuz I’m so damn different
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| I’ve kicked it with kids that would’ve but couldn’t
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| Kids that could’ve but wouldn’t
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| Some took it, misunderstood, stood under it and overlooked it
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| Love, hate, straight, crooked
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| Bad, good, should, shouldn’t
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| Plastic, metal or wooden
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| It’s all a powdered water-based pudding
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| This is a cry for help and I don’t give a fuck
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| I’ve joined every alien cult on earth waiting for ya’ll to pick me up
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| I’ve sipped the cup of reality, now my brain is dying
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| I try and explain I’m not human, now my room is an insane asylum
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| They blame the violence on children and try to forget they raised 'em
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| Jerry Springer and Banned From TV is what they get paid from
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| Man, I hate them homosapiens, they’re a little too complex
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| Survival instincts are blocked for the biggest cock contest
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| Man, please come get me, the shit’s sickening
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| Man, I can’t stand it
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| I wanna break the ozone and go home to my own planet
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| This panic, I’m stranded, goddamnit I’m damaged, my sanity’s bandaged
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| Ever since I landed I’ve been abandoned and planned to run
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| I ran and managed to reach peace for a day or two
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| But it’s probably government computer chips that make me think the way I do
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| Hey, I knew my origin was beyond this galaxy, even as a baby
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| I asked the ones who told to call parents and they said I was crazy
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| I’ve been beat half to death by those designated to serve and protect
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| I pay them taxes from my check so they break my neck
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| Now take a sec and think what I did to deserve this
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| I’m waiting for the mothership spacecraft
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| To take me away from this purposeless earth shit
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| It’s worthless
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| I’m like a polar bear living in the equator
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| Or an ice cube in the refrigerator
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| I’m outta place and outer space is where I need to get ya’ll
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| So when you come down, just remember I’m leaving with ya’ll
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| Sincerely yours truly, Eyedea
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| So if you’ve got a savior, please won’t you introduce?
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| Cuz you muthafuckas behavior has got me broken loose
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| (Sole):
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| Oh, ya don’t like sand? |
| I heard it tastes like dirt
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| I do dirt, my girlfriend used to be a rock
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| All the favorite words, they woulda been 'stop' if she could talk
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| So I did, lovemaking, playing inside a mole hill
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| Ever read the diary of the ego without a fate?
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| Music without a place
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| Man without a plate
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| Metal plate in skull which means I’ll never get a chance to fly |
| Wasn’t coordinated enough to get college grants for playing sports
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| But I stole your girl
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| She was lucky enough to get the goods by a smooth talkin', player hatin'
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| On the class failin', shoplifting one man solar system
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| I’m the sun to earth, super nova Novocain, no preservatives
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| Don’t know exactly what life means
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| But I know for damn well that she ain’t talkin' to me
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| But I know everything I spend somehow will always end in negativity
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| I can smoke all your imbecilic isms and idol ideologies
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| For idiots who idolize ideals but never truly comprehend
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| And feel experience experiments
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| They said take breaths when you can
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| I fill my pockets will small triangle remnants of static moments
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| Pessimism appeals to Sole which stikes him as more likable
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| Never know no equals, still my style becomes more biteable
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| I forgot how to sleep, don’t remember being tired
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| Which means heads think I’m sick until the day that I’m fired
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| A wise man told me be a snake and let all people believe you’re a sheep
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| Cuz all ya have is your pride, so in the end you’ll never sell me cheap |