| Found myself in a rodeo
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| Got to keep it all together, got to show it go
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| I need to break this down before they try breaking me, breaking me
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| Found myself in a circus tent, wondering where the hell all the purpose went
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| I need to find myself before they try taking me, taking me
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| Me, me, I’m gone
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| Laid face-down in a sea of songs
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| Driving through a dream of dawn with the windows down and the heater on
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| And the speakers blown
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| But the beats keep me at home
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| Underneath this secret tone
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| I’ma bubble up the need to speed and get it on
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| It’s a skeptic’s earth
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| Watch out for the septic turf
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| Clock out, bow set to search
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| With a depth to birth my regrets and hurt
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| You’d better check the worth
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| I’ve got mine locked in next to burst
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| I shocked my watch and get to surf
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| This is severed first for the better or worse
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| If you find yourself a soul
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| Hold on
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| You’re gonna need it
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| Found myself in a planet rock
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| Where every single motherfucker seems to love to talk
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| If y’all are trying to let the world burn down, then that’s fine with me,
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| fine with me
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| Found myself underneath the waves
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| Trying to battle up strangers a long ass way
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| I’ve got no problem being known as the beast underneath the sea, ‘neath the sea
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| See, see we’ve been lost, held up high on a demon’s cross
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| With anemic claws, and a childish need for laws
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| I’m bulimic, ma
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| Tell ‘em leave out the sweetened sauce
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| Give me more of that realer broth
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| I’ma bubble of the need to speed and get it off
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| Master control
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| Megatron this massive flow
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| Might be the reason every evening I’m up crafting poems
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| Trying to get back home
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| This war’s been stacked with souls
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| So we patch the hole and grab control for those who can’t hack the code |