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They say if you ain't born beautiful |
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You best be resourceful |
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And me I'm just a dirtball |
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A righteous criminal |
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And if your daddy ain't rich |
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Ya gotta find some way to take it |
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So I'm out window shopping |
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With a brick at three in the morning |
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Cause we're the bad seeds, the unwilling |
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Crooked saints, straight dub villans |
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With raised glasses we'll grift your whole system |
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Man you better listen |
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Here come the drums |
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They say if you run to the rocks |
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The rocks will be melting |
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And if you run to the sea |
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The sea will be boiling |
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And if you ain't born privileged |
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You still got to survive kid |
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So you're out window shopping |
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With a crowbar at three in the morning |
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Cause we're the bad seeds, fully unwilling to give in |
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Straight dub villans |
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With raised glasses we'll grift your whole system |
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Man you better listen |
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Here come the drums |
