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I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed |
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I can't pretend I'm not myself |
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But if you go, wipe your shoes 'fore you leave |
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I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed |
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I can't pretend I'm not myself |
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But if you go, wipe your shoes 'fore you leave |
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Riddle me this, Mona Lisa piece of pepperoni |
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Smilin' over phony speakers, gettin' a fit |
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Often off of the shits, it's a party at my granny house |
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Now birthdays and funerals will only bring the family out |
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Riddle me new, politician do a dance for me |
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Hot potato, milly rock, devastation of kiddy bop |
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Idiot, itty bitty resentfulness |
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Riddle me gone, Chicago go go bye |
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Chicago East roam savage |
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Ashes for backstage passes, ashes to house on Ashland |
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Chicago go go Kobe, move to LA county |
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But all my old life there but all my new life there |
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Riddle me, Lord, forgive me |
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I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed |
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I can't pretend I'm not myself |
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But if you go, wipe your shoes 'fore you leave |
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I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed |
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I can't pretend I'm not myself |
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But if you go, wipe your shoes 'fore you leave |
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Shaking the dust off my heel as I get infected |
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Weekend trips to my aunties was an antiseptic |
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The fat boy anorexic ain't admit 'cause my complexion |
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Wrist like an Etch-a-Sketch, |
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I'm sculptin' the pain in 'em like Edmonia Lewis |
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My notebooks less Jesus, more gospel to it |
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Let's holler and hoop and my ****** is stupid, |
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My ****** is shootin' |
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Your interpretation of that last bar |
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Will tell me where you was rooted |
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Me and mines amongst the poplar still |
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I'm talkin' moonshine, night walkin', |
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Underground, high stakin' |
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Cop'll put the choppa on ya, make the pupils dilate |
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Oh what a drug is fear, oh what a love is close |
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Oh at the crib with the Coupe DeVille with the overdose |
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That made jealousy dance on the crowd |
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I been everywhere, everywhere let me down |
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Worn every, hat every hat with a crown |
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Now every head bowed, dear God |
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I have to focus on the part of me that I'm trying to feed |
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I can't pretend I'm not myself |
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But if you go, wipe your shoes 'fore you leave |