| I’ve got word of thanks,
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| thanks that I’d like to say,
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| for the rage that I feel,
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| the rage that I feel today.
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| Gotta stack, gotta stack,
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| stack of chips on my shoulder,
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| in everything I do 'cause I made, I made,
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| I made the mistake of trusting you.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just burn.
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| Yeah, my layers are thick,
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| And I got a bad attitude.
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| Yeah, that knife in my back,
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| has fingerprints that belong to you,
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| Got a grudge, got a grudge,
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| got a grudge that I’m holding,
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| for as long as I live,
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| 'cause you lied, you lied,
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| you lied to my face,
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| and that’s something I can’t forgive.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just fuel my fire.
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| People like you just burn! |