| What’ll make him mad
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| Give him five back
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| Give him new reason to get lost
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| Inside a hide track
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| Everybody lost now
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| They need an anthem to choose
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| And decide which side of the fence
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| Better understand them at random
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| They pop lips and? |
| attack
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| Better stand ground
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| Straighten up your posture
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| Backs?
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| No jellyfish in this business
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| Guppies never survive when sharks make their decisions
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| You betta listen
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| Everybody talkin' bout the same pretty?
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| In my personal opinion
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| You need to find you somethin separate you from the rest
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| Somethin different than the? |
| of an actress
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| I wanna get up
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| But it won’t let me
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| So I feel like I am stuck
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| Hopin that one day
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| I’ll get set free
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| Cause I’m so ready
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| Can someone help me?
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| (Someone help me, someone help me, someone help me)
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| I’m so ready
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| Can someone help me?
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| I feel like I am going out of my mind
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| Like a gunshot victim who took a couple in the back of the head from behind
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| And when I tried to rewind all I could find
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| Was hysterical blindness
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| My eyelids, shutter like the wings of a fly
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| And it’s somethin I’ve been keepin inside
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| But it’s been really eatin me up alive
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| And my conscience won’t allow me to leave
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| I try to stop this, beat me down, like a drop kick and I feel like I’m not shit
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| I don’t wanna feel like this anymore
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| Feel outta place like a blunt?
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| But if that ain’t the case than why the strange look on ya face
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| Being a Juggalo’s the way that cha?
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| I keep it in the?
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| Like Olijawan the Great
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| Tried to medicate, but they were just too late
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| So everyday I’m lookin to find another way
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| Outta the gray shades of my brain
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| So I say
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| I wanna get up
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| But it won’t let me
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| So I feel like I am stuck
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| Hopin that one day
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| I’ll get set free
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| Cause I’m so ready
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| Can someone help me?
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| (Someone help me, someone help me, someone help me)
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| I’m so ready
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| Can someone help me?
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| How come everytime I try to do a little righty
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| Take a left turn on me like I knew it just might
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| Be the reason that I’m sleeping with an axe at arms reach
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| And at the same time in the conversation like peace
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| When die mutha fucka die is a slogan
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| And ain’t to hard to see the direction it’s going
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| Fuck, it ain’t our fault we can’t fix it
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| Truly is what they’re thinkin and say we got it Twiztid!
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| Give me one more chance to fly where the clouds all collide
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| And I ride away from the strong hold tonight
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| All I hear is the bad news from youtube to tv
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| God, I’m supposed to be happy
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| But I wake up every morning and I’m feelin so crappy
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| That Jamie just wants to slap me
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| You can? |
| that I’m? |
| but it was long gone, you know?
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| You can put that on the? |
| ? |
| like child support
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| I wanna get up
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| But it won’t let me
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| So I feel like I am stuck
|
| Hopin that one day
|
| I’ll get set free
|
| Cause I’m so ready
|
| Can someone help me?
|
| (Someone help me, someone help me, someone help me)
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| I’m so ready
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| Can someone help me? |