| Dress me up in Stussy
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| Hell is round the corner where I shelter
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| Ism’s and schisms, we’re living helter skelter (been livin' on a study)
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| If you believe and (or) deceive common sense says shouldn’t receive
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| Let me take you down the corridors of my life
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| And when you walk, do you walk to your preference?
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| No need to answer till I take further evidence
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| I seem to need a reference to get residence
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| A reference to your preference to say
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| I’m a good neighbor, I trudge, (shrug)
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| So judge me for labor
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| Live version of the song. |
| The bond on me ensures (lobotomy) my good behavior
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| The constant struggle (strum) ensures my insanity
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| Passing the ignorance ensures the struggle for my family
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| We’re hungry beware of our appetite
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| Distant drums bring the news of a kill tonight
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| The kill which I share with my passengers
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| We take our fill, take our fill, take our fill
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| I stand firm for our soil (a source)
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| Lick a rock on foil (nigga I’ll come forth)
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| Say reduce me, seduce me, (They juice me, seduce me)
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| Dress me up in Stussy
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| Confused by different memories
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| Details of Asian remedies
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| Conversations, of what’s become of enemies
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| My brain thinks bomb-like
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| So I listen he’s a calm type
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| And as I grow, I grow collective
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| Before the move sit on the perspective
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| Mr. Quaye (Mr. Kray) lay in the crevice. |
| (Distant cradle in the crevice)
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| And watches from the precipice
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| Imperial passage
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| Heat from the sun some days slowly passes
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| Until then, you have to live with yourself
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| Until then, you have to live with yourself |