| It’s so great, I really like it alot
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| Hey, um. |
| can I get a tape or something?
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| Hey, what are you guys doing at the Outhouse?
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| Can I come over?
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| Hey lets kick it
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| (Grouch)
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| Momma whats wrong with me, I’ve got a lovely family and friends
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| And thats enough to make ends meet fuck dividends
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| But I be livin’in a lonely ass world
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| Searchin’for the perfect woman, not a little girl
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| See, they be dressin’all trashy actin’sassy
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| Spreadin’em for flashy fast talkers with the cash, me I can’t compete with that
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| I use a beat and raps, to fill the gap within my soul
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| But thats gettin’old
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| And I be gettin’told told to spit game man
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| But to me that shits lame, I use my mind not a pick-up line
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| It’s sick how quick they find comfort in a one night sin
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| I might end up celibate for the hell of it And tell a grip of stories, 'bout how I want a wife
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| How they be lookin’nice, but dont be actin’right
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| And if you slackin’they might lead you to debt
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| Take your last givin (?) penny, the thought makes me stress
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| Unless, I find a woman with a strong sense of self respect
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| I’ll be alone, feending cause I felt neglect
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| How can something so good be so evil?
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| Something so right be so wrong?
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| I want to put trust into people
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| But I cant so I speak with my song
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| How can something so good be so evil?
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| Something so right be so wrong?
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| I want to put trust into people
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| But I cant so I speak with my songs
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| (Eligh)
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| I grab the notion by the throat
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| That maybe some day I’ll be acompanied
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| By somebody who trusts in me, deeply
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| Seeping through walls and blockades
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| With stockades of armour, and self prepelled hand grenandes
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| I can tell the age by the rings under her eyes
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| So when the mental drift develops it comes with no surprise
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| Unlike most guys I analise, discuss
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| Organise and thrust forth with new skin
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| Like a reptilian, not a warm blooded civilian
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| I’ve decided even though i fiend it Theres too much shit to catch to do it
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| And not mean it Teamin’up on the left and the right
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| My brain in a vice
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| Constant rain over my shoulder
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| And the lightning strikes more than twice
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| I’ve hiked through the hot spots
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| And stood like a statue on city streets
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| Too busy to notice me My potency
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| And the potential poetry seem to be documented
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| I wont be bothered by bitches I keep my (?) extended
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| Feet to cement, I walk away because you pretended
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| If your walking down the street and you see me all alone
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| Dont talk to me, Im in my own place not to be trashed
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| By any fake dash of a woman of a woman thats atractive
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| Like you.
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| Actin’like your walkin’awaay
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| Walk Away.
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| Walkin Away.
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| (x3 fading.)
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| Get to steppin |