| I wanna stop it all
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| Tell myself I’m doing better when I’m not at all
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| Nobody sees it, so they never tell me «Knock it off»
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| Maybe they’re just not involved (Oh no)
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| They just standin' outside in a huddle
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| What’s the point of playing when I know I’ll fumble?
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| It’s me, myself, and I that gets in trouble, but
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| Um…
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| Bitch, I’ve been on tens since I turned ten
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| A lot of rules to the game but I learned them
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| I broke them all and reversed them
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| Tell myself I’m never gonna go or how I’ve been the worst yet
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| The locked doors turnin' new ways out
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| I heard they only turn to you because the truth played out
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| If I keep listenin' to demo when it’s too laid down
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| And I duck when the motherfuckers do spray rounds
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| Why do I feel like a reject
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| When I know I got your respect?
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| I wish I could stop just to reset
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| But I can’t
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| Then why do I feel like a let-down?
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| All like the words of my self-doubt
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| I wish I could call out for help now
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| But I can’t
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| And I can’t, and I can’t
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| So why do I feel like a let-down?
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| I wish I could call out for help now
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| But I can’t
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| Leave me alone
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| This why I stay on my own
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| Ain’t waiting to get in my zone
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| Fuck what you’ve seen
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| I keep it real as my reps
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| Every word I say I mean
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| Why do I got a problem inside?
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| I gotta learn that I’m better than
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| Also my conscience is way out my mind
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| It’s impossible, it’s gonna eat me alive
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| And I tell 'em all
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| Gave a lot of nothing, came back, yeah
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| Always cautious, wouldn’t like my last back
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| Pushing me, went past that
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| Lookin' over the edge from a glass step
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| I hope to God this will be my last breath
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| I got a family back at home and they need this change
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| He’s been working way too long so I don’t beat his change
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| If I gotta sell my soul and beat and leave these chains
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| That’s the way you’ll ever be detained
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| So what the fuck am I mad for?
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| I throw my parlors off to the backboard
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| No re-benefits needed to pass more
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| You losers are mad sore
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| I’m getting all the shit that I asked
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| For when I’m down, and just look at the past more
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| So tell me why
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| Why do I feel like a reject
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| When I know I got your respect?
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| I wish I could stop just to reset
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| But I can’t
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| Then why do I feel like a let-down?
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| All like the words of my self-doubt
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| I wish I could call out for help now
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| But I can’t
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| And I can’t, and I can’t
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| So why do I feel like a let-down?
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| I wish I could call out for help now
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| But I can’t
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| They tell me I can’t
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| But I don’t know
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| They tell me I can’t go on
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| So why do I feel like a let-down?
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| All like the words of my self-doubt
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| I wish I could call out for help now
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| But I can’t |