| Lately I can’t explain
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| Been shadow boxing a fogged up mirror
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| In the morning with the heavy bags
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| Under the eyes of a half assed leer
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| I’m made into a villain
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| Bank in the pocket
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| Love at the table by my side
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| Take all my winnings
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| Buy out the building
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| I’m not the man to take a dive
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| Forgo companionship
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| Forgot my name when my brain got sick
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| Turned in my concrete mitts
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| For a half wit kid and a grocery list
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| I get handsy force of habit
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| Former champ drives a station wagon
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| Name lit up at the dealership
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| I ain’t half the man that his grandpa is
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| I’m made into a villain
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| Bank in the pocket
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| Love at the table by my side
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| Take all my winnings
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| Buy out the building
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| I’m not the man to take a dive
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| Pacing the lobby Ma couldn’t find me
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| Iron my shirt and call my ride
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| Hands on the table checks in the mail
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| I got a fight quarter past five
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| I’m made into a villain
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| Bank in the pocket
|
| Love at the table by my side
|
| Take all my winnings
|
| Buy out the building
|
| I’m not the man to take a dive
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| Pacing the lobby Ma couldn’t find me
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| Iron my shirt and call my ride
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| Hands on the table checks in the mail
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| I got a fight quarter past five |