| I ain’t no program on your television screen.
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| They only taught me what they wanted me to be.
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| Heard all your so-called facts. |
| Now hit me with the truth.
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| Takes a lotta nerve the way you played me for the fool.
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| It’s my personal selection to fly in my own direction.
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| No time for fuckin''round with mediocrity.
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| Takes ev’rything I got just tryin’to be me.
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| Life’s like a highway. |
| We’re all try’n’to stay on time.
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| Travel atcha own speed. |
| You take your lane, I’ll take mine.
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| Don’t believe all that you hear or half of whatcha see.
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| 'S'waste o’time to criticize. |
| Don’t de-rock me.
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| Don’t de-rock me. |
| Don’t de-rock me.
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| You be you and I’ll be me. |
| Don’t de-rock me.
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| «Backstage Betty», banana in her cherry, in the shower down on her knees.
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| Like to think she’ll own ya if she’ll do all that ya please.
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| Hurts like a mother bein’cursed by a punter who’s five sheets to the wind.
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| Won’t stop at nothin', claimin’to be cousin till security lets 'em in.
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| Now I’m no symbol of perfection, so why deal with this infection?
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| Tired of bein’treated like some piece of property.
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| Fakes, lies, patronizin’don’t sit well with me.
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| Blastin’down the highway, try’n’to stay between the lines.
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| You can get to where you’re go’n'. |
| Just don’t ignore the signs.
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| Don’t de-rock me. |
| Don’t de-rock me.
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| 'S'waste o’time to criticize. |
| Don’t de-rock me. |