| I want my money back, I’m down here drowning in your fat
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| You got me on my knees praying for everything you lack
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| I ain’t afraid of you, I’m just a victim of your fear
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| You cower in your tower praying that I’ll disappear
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| I got another plan, one that requires me to stand
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| On the stage or in the street, don’t need no microphone or beat
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| And if you hear this song, if you ain’t dead then sing along
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| Grab a drum and maybe strum and then you’ll get where you belong
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| Living hand to mouth, you wanna need somebody?
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| See somebody? |
| Gotta free somebody
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| We’re living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth
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| I wrote a song for you today while I was sitting in my room
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| I jumped up on the bed for you and I played it on a broom
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| I didn’t think that it would be a song that you would hear
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| But when I played it in my head, it made you reappear
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| I wrote a video for it and I acted out each part
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| And then I took your picture and I taped it to my heart
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| I taped it to my heart, my dear, I taped it to my heart
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| And if you pull away from me, you’ll tear my world apart
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| Living hand to mouth, you wanna be somebody?
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| See somebody? |
| Gotta free somebody
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| We’re living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth
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| Ecstasy, suffering
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| Echinacea, buffering
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| We aim to remember what we choose to forget
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| God’s just a baby and her diaper is wet
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| Call the police, I’m strapped to the teeth
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| And liable to disregard your every belief
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| Call on the law, I’m fixing to draw
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| A line between what is and seems and making a brawl
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| Calling 'em up because I’m 'bout to go pow
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| I’m standing on the threshold of the ups and the downs
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| Call it a truce because I’m 'bout to bust loose
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| Protect ya neck, 'cause son, I’m busting out of this noose
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hands
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| Living hand to mouth, you wanna be somebody?
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| See somebody? |
| Gotta free somebody
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| I got a list of demands written on the palm of my hand
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| I ball my fist and you gon' know where I stand
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| Living hand to mouth
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| Hand to mouth |