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The problem with me, is that I think too much |
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Relying on this pen and this ink too much |
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And I do too much, I'm always on tour |
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Accumulating points 'til I forgot about the score |
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And the problem with you, is you don't think at all |
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Your brains deadweight so you sink and you fall |
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You drink and you smoke 'til your motivations gone |
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And you know this is true, so you hate this song |
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[Slug] |
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The problem with me, is co-dependency |
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So afraid of the day that you wont remember me |
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Knee deep in anxiousness, needy like an infant |
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Escapism, beats rhymes alcohol and women |
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The problem with you, is you let your self stop believing |
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And now you're afraid of your own thoughts and feelings |
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Forgot how to share what I love most about you |
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Lost your voice, now no choice but to doubt you |
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[Murs] |
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Now the problem with the world, the lack of respect |
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For our earth, for our children, for the future we neglect |
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For the morals, for the values, for the god that we select |
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Millions die everyday without a cause to effect |
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The problem with the revolution, its never gonna happen |
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Through these marches, through this music, through these mother****ers rappin |
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Through these communists, these socialists, or any other faction |
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Armchair activists, all talk, no action |
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[Slug] |
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The problem with the people that I stay surrounded with |
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They all wanna replace faith with a psychologist |
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Bring the evolution, whether thinkin its pollution |
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When they're swallowing the balance, and they're drinking the solution |
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The problem with the people that I wont stand next to |
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They don't hear the songs that we sing for the rescue |
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The keys of life, the basslines of sadness |
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So people that don't have, reach out and grab it |
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[Murs] |
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The problem with hip-hop... shit nothing at all |
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It's an artform that ranges and it changes it evolves |
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It's not always for the better, but be patient with it yall |
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For our time will come and the wicked will fall |
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The problem with this song, is it's not long enough to say |
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How ****ed up it is that we living this way |
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Nothing is alright, but everything is okay |
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So we plan for tomorrow but we live for today |
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[Slug] |
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The problem with sex is self-respect, calibration |
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The orgasm services your validation |
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And the problem with love, is that it lives in a book now |
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The problem with drugs is that their too ****ing good now |
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The problem with logic is theres too many loopholes |
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And the problem with truth is that its usually brutal |
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The problem is I can't trust most of what I see |
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So **** it all the problems of life must be me |
