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zuò cí : Daumont, Shimura |
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Burnt Pride is a crazy thing |
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But now, what does it take to make you feel me concrete? |
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I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief |
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This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash |
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I tried speaking in a rational manner |
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Tried to get my point across using regular me ans |
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I even patterned my delivery |
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Similarly after something you had said |
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So that you would not interpret me differently, but |
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My head' s on a tree swing |
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Your debt' s still lingering |
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While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows |
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I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" |
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I' m told it' s my approach |
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Well let' s suppose |
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Just for the sole sake of argument that |
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Despite the spite and all the ill will you' re harboring |
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That me, Lyrics Born, all this power that I' m harnessing |
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That I didn' t come in here to no conquering |
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That I came in here to do a little bargaining |
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Grease key people do some apple polishing |
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Maybe hail a cab for my local congressman |
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So he can hook me with the landlord in parliament |
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Then I' ll set up a booth, handpick my operatives |
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Train ' em up, send my squad of garbagemen |
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To spread the good will, all in the environment |
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And all the false doctrine and all the carcinogens, but now |
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I gotta be wise ' bout who I' m targeting |
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The key is make the young folks offerings |
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So that they don' t become adults that are demonstrative |
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Or else my chances of retirement go spiraling |
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So then I work my way into their subconsciousness |
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I tell them always use caution, now, cautiousness, because |
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Are you absolutely positive that you can make it without us and be prosperous? |
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You need to look at me and my accomplishments |
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Hey, I got an idea, let' s start a partnership! |
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It' ll be just like livin' in a Harlequin |
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And we' ll feed our pond fishies ostriches |
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We' ll feed the starved kiddies selfdoubt lozenges |
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Just peeling layer after layer off their confidence |
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Until it' s one planet us homogenous |
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Versus one gumball you optimists!! |
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Burn pride!! Burn pride!! |
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Burn pride!! Burn Pride!! |
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Burnt Pride is a crazy thing |
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What does it take to make you feel me concrete? |
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I ain' t your maitre' d, I ain' t on pain relief |
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This ain' t make believe, I ain' t on no ankle leash |
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I tried speaking in a rational manner |
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Tried to get my point across using conventional means |
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I even patterned my delivery similarly after something you had said |
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So that you would not interpret me differently, but |
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My head' s on a tree swing |
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Your debt' s still lingering |
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While you erect gates with codes really nobody knows |
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I ask, " Why' s it always closed?" |
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I' m told it' s my approach |
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Okay, what' s appropriate your royal holiness? |
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Shall I fan you with foliage in front of an audience? |
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Hifive Napoleon? |
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Lofive a Scorpion? |
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Then and only then would there ever be an opening |
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Well, that' s just your big, wet blanket of power |
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You weight us down with doubletalk until we think we' re insane |
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But if you' re trying to save your pride |
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You' re trying to save your pride |
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As far as I' m concerned that shit is going down in flames |
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With your piddlyass riddles |
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You think I ain' t mentally apt |
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I see you slither ' round my ankle like I ain' t gonna react |
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No more me nibblin' on a bridle while you' re kickin' my abs |
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No more " everything' s OreIda" when I can' t even stand |
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No more fiddling with the maps |
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No more belittling the past |
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No more nonsense when my questions is asked |
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No more concessions for an ego so fragile |
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Any selfexpression chips away at your castle |
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Your pride' s your damsel, you built your barricade |
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I was so careful |
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I danced around your insecurities |
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On your schedule |
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Ignored all your absurdities |
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But all the people |
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You parody with that dogshit your nurturing |
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Then you have the nerve to take certain shit personally |
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I didn' t even speak a handful and I encroached on your territory |
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You need therapy there mister Pharisee |
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Seriously, ' cause apparently your circuitry' s terribly damaged |
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How ' bout a nice hot kerosene bath |
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I' ll come back |
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I' ll serenade you with flaming arrows oh serpentine |
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Your pride needs refurbishing |
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I' ll extend you that courtesy like |
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" Hi, this is Lyrics Born servicing!" |
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Burnt Pride!! Burnt Pride!! |