| In my dreams I steer my car from the backseat
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| Reach over the front like is this seat taken?
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| Thought I saw you stranded with me
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| Know I saw you, sight was abrasive
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| Wake up and my real life so-so
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| Lose shit all the time, where my phone go?
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| Hold this hate in my heart for no one
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| Could’ve sworn things were back to normal
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| What’s normal? |
| Who are you asking?
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| Want it done right? |
| Don’t hire a hack, then
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| Things have gotten better since back then
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| Even if it’s only by a fraction
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| This denim gets soaked in the rain
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| Mak peace with the sourc of the pain
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| Had to me tied to the tracks of the train
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| Big head like Mensis Brain
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| Don’t think too hard, okay?
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| We can get it done, today
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| If I’m in the right mood, okay?
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| Just out of my hands some days
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| I got all this fucking hair in my face
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| Was it worth it, or was it a waste?
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| Life’s worth it, whatever it takes
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| Woah, maybe, pause, play
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| [Chorus: STONEMAN}
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| I sit with my feelings, for real, that shit is a challenge
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| How do you do it? |
| I manage
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| Once I was metal, I’m stone
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| And I’m always Brandon |
| I sit at the table of dealings and dealing damage
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| Go back and forth with my baggage
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| Not always all-you-can-eat
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| Sometimes it’s all-you-can-scavenge
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| STONEMAN and Tropes, Tropesman
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| I’m in my zone, zoneman
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| I’m peaceful, look, ma, no hands
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| Eyerok, Shifting Sand Lands
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| You really gotta get with this program
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| Take a hint if you see a bad omen
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| XX years old, numerals, Roman
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| Life last least a lifetime, here’s hoping
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| [Verse 2: Tropes}
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| No face, no eyes, no recollection
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| Two big, prying eyes focused on a section
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| Why you down? |
| Don’t cry, drug supply is high
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| Take 'em down, but take no life, I got more to die
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| In the front I scream from the back door
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| And I come from the place that you ask for
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| Make his head holy, no pastor (no pastor)
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| You need a star charm for this car bomb, and it roll out
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| Luck on your side for the hand, final showdown
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| Keep that same energy when you pull up to my show to kill me
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| But the show is sold out
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| One, it’s automatic
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| Two, you’re just more dramatic, ya
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| Yeah, you problematic, talking shit, it’s TV static |
| One, yeah, no one likes you
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| Two, it comes back to bite you
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| But it ain’t your right to
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| Come and pass
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| Yeah, what, you wack (you ain’t nothing to me)
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| [Chorus: STONEMAN}
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| I sit with my feelings, for real, that shit is a challenge
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| How do you do it? |
| I manage
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| Once I was metal, I’m stone
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| And I’m always Brandon
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| I sit at the table of dealings and dealing damage
|
| Go back and forth with my baggage
|
| Not always all-you-can-eat
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| Sometimes it’s all-you-can-scavenge |