| Paintin' circles I’m a target
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| Who do I relate to half-hearted?
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| Who do I pretend to like, garbage?
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| Who doesn’t give a fuck what you started?
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| Honestly, most of it’s retarded
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| I’m not an entity, whatever’s left of me
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| More of an artist than anything you’ll ever be
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| I don’t pretend to be the hardest
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| I pretend to normal in a system that breaks people down according to likes and
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| dislikes
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| An algorithm embedded so deep it’s just like phlegm in the windpipes
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| You can’t cough it out, what the fuck are you talking about?
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| And the system of rhyme I designed is embarrassed to bring this awareness about
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| Your world is trying to bring me down
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| Manage to stress me out
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| Don’t understand what I’m all about
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| I don’t know why
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| I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame
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| I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every
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| night when I pray
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| I don’t know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame
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| Since I won’t sell my soul I can see their eyes roll
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| Just beating me down with their judgmental sighs, oh
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| What a wicked web I weave
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| Through trials and where tribulations lead
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| I vow to be one of the greatest to ever grab a mic and fight for we are the
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| night
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| Scream it in their face the human race is wasted
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| No one gives a shit, want to erase it all and quit
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| Let’s just break it all to bits, busted nose, bloody lip
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| Run the circle, start a pit, take your pick, yeah
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| Your world is trying to bring me down
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| Manage to stress me out
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| Don’t understand what I’m all about
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| I don’t know why
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| I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame
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| I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every
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| night when I pray
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| I don’t know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame
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| I don’t know why
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| I put my middle finger up in the sky, up in the sky
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| They want to die
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| But I won’t let them see their ghosts as they fly
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| Ghosts as they fly
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| I don’t know why, why, why
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| Up in the sky
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| They want to die, die, die
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| Ghosts as they fly
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| Your world is trying to bring me down
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| Manage to stress me out
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| Don’t understand what I’m all about
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| I don’t know why
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| I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame
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| I feel it somewhat so musical all of the madness that screams in my head every
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| night when I pray
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| I don’t know why I feel insane all of my life and now you are to blame |