| They want bars, I gotta prison full
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| Sittin with gems stuck in my head like I was vision
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| Pull another change up on the game like I was pitching to
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| Who ever was listenin, hoping I was gettin through
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| Rearrange ya like a livin room
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| While they kept on talkin bout woulda, shoulda, coulda or how they finna do
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| We just took the job without no interview
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| If we ain’t throwing lobs
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| Then you ain’t winnin who you jokers think you kiddin fool
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| I’m the shit but I’m not shittin you
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| I been given shoes that prolly fit in the form of lyrical venom too
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| All you rap clowns and all my haters
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| Fuck you right now and fuck you later
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| There’s none greater
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| Been comin up like a dumb waiter
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| Imma headshot
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| Th no brainer for game changer
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| Fuck a club bangr
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| With a covered in rust hanger
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| With so much anger
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| If life is a bitch then slut shame her
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| I really don’t care
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| Ready aim shoot
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| I’m just thinking out loud
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| Inside of the vocal booth
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| Don’t nobody understand
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| This the way I think I do
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| And I’m thinking out loud
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| Inside of the vocal booth
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| We just wanna be heard
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| From state to state
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| To city to city
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| To block to block
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| To curb to curb
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| We just wanna be heard
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| From state to state
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| To city to city
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| To block to block
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| To curb to curb
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| We just wanna be heard
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| They say that success is more than likes, hearts, and a dollar sign
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| People calling they self a plug compared to a power line
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| People trying to connect jugs, bullets and columbine
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| Comparing apples to oranges, trench coats and weak minds
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| They design the world to hate
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| Then they feed us adjacent facts and curved opinions
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| Pretend that shit is straight
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| The kickback blurred vision and hurt feelings of late
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| Kinda hard to keep my head out the game or food off the plate
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| I’m not concerned with the words out they mouths or debts of they faith
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| I’m perturbed that they nodding they head like they can relate
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| Being serious in an attempt to try to communicate
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| To the people me and my brother often consider fake
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| It’s a thin line draw in the sand, but life is a beach
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| And every gain of sand is another person that we reach
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| It’s a post card, take a picture frame it and hang it
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| Just like it’s Mozart mix it with DaVinci and bang it
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| I really don’t care
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| Ready aim shoot
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| I’m just thinking out loud
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| Inside of the vocal booth
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| Don’t nobody understand
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| This the way I think I do
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| And I’m thinking out loud
 | 
| Inside of the vocal booth
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| We just wanna be heard
 | 
| From state to state
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| To city to city
 | 
| To block to block
 | 
| To curb to curb
 | 
| We just wanna be heard
 | 
| From state to state
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| To city to city
 | 
| To block to block
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| To curb to curb
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| We just wanna be heard
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| This voice doesn’t turn down
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| No it doesn’t turn down
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| Not for you
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| This voice doesn’t turn down
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| No it doesn’t turn down
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| Not for you
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| This voice doesn’t turn down
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| No it doesn’t turn down
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| Not for you
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| This voice doesn’t turn down
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| No it doesn’t turn down
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| Not for you
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| I don’t care
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| Ready aim shoot
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| I’m just thinking out loud
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| Inside of the vocal booth
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| Don’t nobody understand
 | 
| This the way I think I do
 | 
| And I’m thinking out loud
 | 
| Inside of the vocal booth
 | 
| We just wanna be heard
 | 
| From state to state
 | 
| To city to city
 | 
| To block to block
 | 
| To curb to curb
 | 
| We just wanna be heard
 | 
| From state to state
 | 
| To city to city
 | 
| To block to block
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| To curb to curb
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| We just wanna be heard |