| You can say I’m to blame
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| But it won’t mean a thing
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| If it’s gossip then
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| I don’t want it man
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| You can stomp and complain
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| But I’m not gonna take on your problems
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| I promise that’s not gonna change
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| Let’s be honest
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| Who got it and who don’t? |
| Who want it and who won’t?
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| Who knows? |
| I’ve forgotten, I’m too stoned, I’m too deep
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| My views tweaked I’m unique, a new niche
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| If you folk accuse me with mutiny
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| Excuse me, you’ll soon see when you speak
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| The seeds that you sow are nowhere where the roots grow
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| You’re too green but you can go ahead and do so
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| Better the devil you know the routine, your crew’s lame
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| I blend lemons into Kool-Aid, that’s why
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| You’re more jelly than glucose in fruit cakes
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| Begging for kudos, selling them fat lies
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| But you don’t really have a clue though, touché
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| Busy playing Cluedo, whatever happened
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| To telling the truth mate? |
| Relax man
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| You ain’t Batman or Bruce Wayne
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| In fact the fact stands you’re two faced
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| And I can feel it in my bones
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| Your words been travelling
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| Chinese whispers listening in
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| So I heard it on the low
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| It puts a hurt up in my soul
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Oh—ohooooo
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| I said
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| Your world’s unraveling
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| It’s been blowing in the wind
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| So I heard it on the low
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| It puts a hurt up in my soul
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Oh—ohooooo
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| I was tryna increase the peace but my mood is hectic
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| I been brooding on it, I forget to mention
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| Gotta school you on it, let me pop this question
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| How many ways can you ruin a friendship?
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| ‘Cause that’s an art form that you’ve perfected
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| I seen it in your eyes, yeah you’re green with envy
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| Its written on your face b, the shits offensive
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| You ain’t even gotta rate me but please respect me
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| Respectfully yours, I been putting my work in
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| I’m working on something, you constantly chirping
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| Been flapping your gums, you been running your lips
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| Keep my name out your mouth, you a son of a— no!
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| I won’t call your mum that shit, too much respect
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| For the times that she let me crash on the mattress
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| Yo what the fuck happened? |
| We used to be bros
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| Now it blows in the wind, that’s the way that it goes
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| You can say I’m to blame
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| But it won’t mean a thing
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| If it’s gossip then
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| I don’t want it man
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| You can stomp and complain
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| But I’m not gonna take on your problems
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| I promise that’s not gonna change
|
| Let’s be honest man
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Let’s be honest
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Oh—ohooooo
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| ‘Cause I’m not gonna take on your problems
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| I promise that’s not gonna change
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| Let’s be honest man
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| And I can feel it in my bones
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| Your words been travelling
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| Chinese whispers listening in
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| So I heard it on the low
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| It puts a hurt up in my soul
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Oh—ohooooo
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| I said
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| I can feel it in my bones
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| Your world’s unraveling
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| It’s been blowing in the wind
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| So I heard it on the low
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| It puts a hurt up in my soul
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| Ohhh—ohhh, ohhh—ohhh
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| Oh—ohooooo |