| I got a backlog of drama that won’t let me breathe
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| I got a catalogue of answers that you just won’t believe
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| I got a million other problems, thinkin' «Oh my god!»
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| The grapevine packs a punch, has a real mean streak
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| I got an underlying demon that you don’t wanna meet
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| So if you’re trying to dig it up, I think I’d rather not
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| 'Cause I don’t care
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| What your preference is
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| To all the dirty references
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| Or if you should have known
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| No I don’t care
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| What your best friend says
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| She’s a mess these days
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| Just leave that kid at home
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| Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
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| I’m tryin' to paint a pretty picture in front of everyone
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| But it ain’t so fun
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| 'Cause with one mad rush yeah they’ll take my brush
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| And make goddamn sure that the colors run
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| This gossip storm is spiraling
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| These crooked tongues are bleeding out
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| No doubt
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| I don’t bite too hard
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| But I’ll send you some kind regards
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| As you turn your back
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| And take your sorry ass back home
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| 'Cause I don’t care
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| What your preference is
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| To all the dirty references
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| Or if you should have known
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| No I don’t care
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| What your best friend says
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| She’s a mess these days
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| Just leave that kid at home
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| Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
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| I never said I was as good as gold
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| My reputation’s in a stranglehold
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| My record ain’t the cleanest
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| And yours ain’t either
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| There’s nothing dodgy about me
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| It’s all conspiracy
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| 'Cause I don’t care
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| (No I don’t)
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| What your preference is
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| To all the dirty references
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| Or if you should have known
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| (You should have, should have known)
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| No I don’t care
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| What your best friend says
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| (I really don’t)
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| She’s a mess these days
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| Just leave that kid at home
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| Word on the street says I’m bad to the bone
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| (I'm bad, to the bone) |