| I’m not a fan of when it rains,
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| I’m like a phantom or a ghost those days,
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| Another man of his mistakes,
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| Too many cigarettes in my ash tray
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| Faith… I’m dying for it’s taste,
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| No point in trying to buy, what comes with age.
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| (Kick it)
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| You gon' hear me singing like a siren,
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| Never shoot us down never silence,
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| Even when the bullies try to fight us,
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| You gon' hear me singing like a siren
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| This is the morphin' of forces
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| You just sit silent like corpses
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| While you keep pilin' that horse shit
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| I sit on islands resortin'
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| The siren pulls you off courses
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| Until you crash on the shorses
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| And if your bitch loved the sources
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| She can blow like a porpoise
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| Hahaha that shit be funny
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| Out for the night but I’m not Kid Cudi
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| One for the job and one for the money
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| One for your moms and one for your buddy
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| Oh good God I feel so gully
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| Oh good God I feel so sully
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| Got a good hunch like a munchkin tummy
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| It’s that time of the month I like shit bloody
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| Fighters need the Heimlich
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| Wanna hate but I’m too sick
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| Rhymin' with sublime and shit
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| So you can just go climb a dick
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| (Kick it)
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| You gon' hear me singing like a siren,
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| Never shoot us down never silence,
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| Even when the bullies try to fight us,
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| You gon' hear me singing like a siren,
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| I can’t believe nobody told you we were dangerous
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| It’s like everywhere we go they try to anger us
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| Try to keep my distance from the mysterious
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| But they continue to be vicious so now I’m dangerous
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| I’m going in, going in,
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| Got no time for second guessing
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| We ain’t never looking back
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| Locked and loaded so they threaten
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| Got no reason for believing any bullshit accusation
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| What you see is what you get
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| Leave no room for complications
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| Can’t believe nobody told you we were dangerous
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| No-o-o…
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| Never shoot us down never silence,
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| Even when the bullies try to fight us,
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| You gon' hear me singing like a siren |