| Two, Three, Numb
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| Hey
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| Feels like a good place to end it
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| Yup
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| Feels good, Numonics
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| I like this one
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| Hey (come on)
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| In this land of milk and honey
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| They’ve both been modified to make me still feel hungry
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| I’m feelin' funny like I’m on somethin'
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| Like I was inside out but my emotions pressed the wrong buttons
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| Trying to spit big, a bit of the Chris Wallace
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| But the pressure that’s normally systolic
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| Is rising like a crisp rocket
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| And I ain’t gotta wrist watch that’ll keep time
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| With a sick clock it’s
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| Now or never
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| See tomorrow don’t get promised
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| Was in the hospital with blood bouncing
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| Most of my friends still don’t know
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| 'Cause I ain’t take the time to post about it
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| When do we find the time to socialize?
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| I mean really, like really socialize
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| The web is where the social dies
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| I miss the days in Hollyhood like kinda, kinda
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| Not sure exactly why
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| 'Cause back then the vibes were really not much kinder
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| Sometimes my mind resets where it begun
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| As a kid I was sensitive, today I’m grown
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| And I feel so numb
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| This was supposed to be fun
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| 'Cause we don’t ever back down from challengers where I’m from
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| Wielding machete, hit the ready, Novocaine on my tongue
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when you’re basically numb
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| Come on
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| My sins are soulfully young
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| 'Cause we don’t ever grow bitter in the age that I’m from
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| Wielding machete, hit the ready, Novocaine on my tongue
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when you’re basically numb
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| Come on
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| In this land of milk and honey
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| They both been modified to take my human rights from me
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| I’m feelin' funny like I’m on somethin'
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| Like I was inside out but my emotions pressed the wrong buttons
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| Trying to spit big, a bit of the Chris Wallace
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| But the pressure that’s normally systolic
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| Is rising like a crisp rocket
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| And I ain’t gotta wrist watch that’ll keep time
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| With a sick clock it’s
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| Deja vu
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| Yesterday was like like this, honest
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| Seen rappers pass me by like freight trains
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| Is it my team or is it me that ain’t got us playin' the same game
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| Truthfully it’s probably neither
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| So I just try to keep my head down, feet on the ground, cooking up these heaters
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| But I must often play the peace keeper
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| For bitter dinosaurs that swore their time was grimier
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| But then got Ether’d
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| Sometimes my mind resets where it begun
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| As a kid I was sensitive, today I’m grown
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| And I feel so numb
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| This was supposed to be fun
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| 'Cause we don’t ever back down from challengers where I’m from
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| Wielding machete, hit the ready, Novocaine on my tongue
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when you’re basically numb
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| Come on
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| My sins are soulfully young
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| 'Cause we don’t ever grow bitter in the age that I’m from
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| Wielding machete, hit the ready, Novocaine on my tongue
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when you’re basically numb
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| Come on
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| Basically numb
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| Come on
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| Basically numb
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| Come on
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| Basically numb
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| Come on
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when your basically numb
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| See now the milk’s gone
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| Honey dried up
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| We better be drinkin' the venom
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| To better the letters in my cup
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| Wise up
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| If you need me I’ll be checked in
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| Thinkin' on that stocked bar
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| What’s that room that Wrek’s in?
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| Anywhere the shots are
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| Friends, fam, feelin' far away
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| I’m trying to bridge gaps
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| I know I don’t make it easier by where I’m livin' at
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| Check up on me once awhile
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| I’ma do the same for you
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| I know that it’s hard to smile especially when the pain is due
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| What’s a fuckin' life if we don’t make sure that we live it right
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| You can hear the doubts they shout and keepin' me up in the night
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| I’ma shut 'em down for real
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| Fuck it, they don’t hear me now
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| I’ve been chasin' mass appeal
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| But happy with my little crowd
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| If you hear me holla like your roof’s on fire
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| Been tryna make a dolla and keep truth on wire
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| But it’s so hard to keep it movin', layin' on a stretcher
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| So I’ma get to checkin' out and pressin' out the pressure
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| (Come on)
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| (Pressin' out the pressure)
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| (Come on)
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| It’s awful hard to feel any when you’re basically numb
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| (Come on) |