| Get rid of your knives, better catch up a pen
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| Master Zen, stunt double at 3 AM
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| Running against the wind, (it's become hurricane)
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| But we’ll smash it harder than a fucking earthquake
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| When everybody boast about all their guts
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| There are many shortcuts to get in the dusk
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| (Or to end up fucked!) Surely life is tough
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| But we gotta be the toughest to reborn from snuts
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| Acting days ain’t over, (I'm tryna reach my best)
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| My men are outside hitting hard on the game
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| But I’m sick and tired of hearing ‘bout broken dreams
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| For all those wanabes I keep saying we gon' see!
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| 3 AM, and the street’s alright
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| Never mind the pressure, gotta love the night
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| The sound of a leaky faucet letting in the fright
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| Everything’ll be over with the very first light
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| The game is simple, (striking back to get in)
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| You’ll never gonna get a street PhD
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| Fight like Mayweather and hide your face
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| You’ve never looked like a real thug anyways
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| Gotta be difficult to live in perpetual glitch
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| (Whatcha looking for?) Y’all none to teach
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| And you may be the queen of hardcore
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| (no prob!) ‘cos you’ve always been my bitch
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| (Yeah, I’m white guy and I rap, no prank!)
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| ‘cos being black and rap this way would be too mainstream, fuck!
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| Taking redemption path, (for our better no wrath)
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| Whenever you need a lecture just play our tracks
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| 3 AM, and the street’s alright
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| Never mind the pressure, gotta love the night
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| The sound of a leaky faucet letting in the fright
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| Everything’ll be over with the very first light |