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I walk on decrepit bricks |
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And kick sticks and rusty soda cans |
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Simply for lack of better stimulation |
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Motivation comes and goes like gas station patrons |
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So sedation compensates for unexpected vacations |
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(Thank you) |
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That's my pre-gratitude |
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Post-please leave me alone that's just my rude attitude |
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No dysfunction flipside, I'm just your ordinary citizen |
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They're waiting patiently for me to sin again, but then again (shit...) |
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I'm really mommy's little angel, |
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But that angel on my shoulder got strangled |
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For trying to tangle with his nemesis he caught him on the wrong day |
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And got cut like DJs spinning doubles -(let the ****ing song play) |
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I'm on my way to the store, |
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Ignoring the city to purchase a pack of marb reds |
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With a stack of rolled pennies |
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I could go for Denny's, and my stomach holds plenty, |
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But my pockets got holes, I guess the goal is to stay empty... |
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Quite simply put, me and my pockets share interest |
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I never fall in love with that pretty green-eyed temptress, |
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Twice (yeah right) |
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I learned my lesson the first time |
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I just couldn't keep up with that ever-changing Jordan line of foot apparel |
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Parallel to many clones, my eye's vision monochromes |
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With seven shades and twenty tones |
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Plus I breath artistic, they eating everything I'm feeding them |
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Put myself in every painting and use my spit as mat medium |
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And results of my children |
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We share the same genes, |
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Cast the same reflection and interpret the same dreams. |
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Like whoa [x3] |
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Whoa [x7] |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose |
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Feeling like I'm worthless |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose |
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Feeling like I'm worthless |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
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I walk down dead end streets like I didn't see the sign |
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Just to turn around and walk back |
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That's fine and dandy, but what's whack is the fact I'm still walking |
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...like... 'thank god for walkmans' |
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I'm only yawning cause these simply minded |
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Mortals make me sleepy |
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So what do I do? I resort to TV |
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In the seemingly lousy attempt to numb myself |
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With lackluster images |
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And insignificant information like 'Willis was really Ty Bridges' |
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Just to have the upper hand in monotonous conversation, |
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And for lack of better stimulation |
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I'm painting portraits of dysfunctional families |
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With gloomy faces rockin |
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'Don't Worry, Be Happy' t-shirts, and you're assuming I'm tasteless? |
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You misconstrue it but your babies will embrace it |
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The basic essentials of a very bitter young man |
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That kicks rusty soda cans |
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And walks on decrepit bricks |
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With a permanent pair of headphones |
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Trying to make these lectures stick |
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I'll let the protestors picket, |
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Like they are going to make a difference |
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And watch them die before they realize that their cause was nonexistent |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose) |
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Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless) |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose) |
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Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless) |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
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I walk on shitty city sidewalks stepping on every single crack |
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Reminiscent of that joke we used to say when we were snotty nose |
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My purpose got defeated when my mom turned paraplegic, |
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Plus I failed my civil service exam, |
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They said I cheated. |
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:not to mention tainted urine samples and the attention span of a second-grader |
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More fascinated with building blocks than wasting time stressing his daily lesson |
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Hence the ridilin I've been gone with the wind like lucky lottery tickets since day one (one) |
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I stepped on the left cause rights wrong (wrong) |
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So what do I do?I resort to friendly games of ping pong and sing a song of sixpence |
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I'm none the richer, I just kiss her on the lips and keep trucking |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose) |
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Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless) |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
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And at night, I roam these streets with absolutely no purpose (absolutely no purpose) |
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Feeling like I'm worthless (feeling like I'm worthless) |
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But contrary to my last statement, I feel fine |
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Content with the fact that I know this city's mine |
