| I am just a man with a name from Japan
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| In a war like Iran when they fought though I ran
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| There I stand confused I don’t know who I am
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| As they trip me like a stand
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| I don’t wanna talk about it
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| Get into it but I’m in it
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| Born with it like my fake image as they long for something vintage
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| Fake games like a scrimage as I’m pushin into my limits
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| I just wanna get up out it the college but I’m remy
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| Takin shots from the roof top like subliminal
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| I’m the one shooting at myself like a criminal
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| I’m a Florida but I’m something like a Seminole
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| I’m a game no man I ain’t talkin' 'bout your dinner bro
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| That’s just the start of it!
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| Don’t let my family part of it
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| Influence is true 'need in these cuff scar your wrist
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| I don’t think my heart’s in it
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| It won’t get better later
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| I’m sorry man I had to let you down
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| Like an elevator.
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| No I’m gone, I’m through
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| I can’t get with you.
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| No I’m gone, I’m through
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| I can’t get with you.
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| No I’m gone, I’m through
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| I can’t get with you.
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| No I can’t get with you.
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| Pain in my stomach turning
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| Pressure got my heart burnin
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| Weird cause the boy be
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| Like it doesn’t feel as urgent
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| I remember hazy nights
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| Bass bumpin head thumpin
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| We extreme goin off the deep end
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| Bungee jumpin
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| But the pleasure that I got from that
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| Is feelin like a coffin
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| That I feel trapped in
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| Till He came and bought me back
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| Christ entered in
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| No more me trying to be you
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| He then more now
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| I’m trying to help you, see you
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| Evil like a serpent
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| You don’t see it, but it’s certain
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| Chasin cars with partitions
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| In they end they still curtains |