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I've been on the blacktop |
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Steady throwing elbows |
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Ever since I was was in corduroys and velcros |
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Ever since you did your impression of Melrose |
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Pace A giggling gaggle of Tickle me Elmos |
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I ate some wheaties and graduated to shell toes |
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Running from a bully, man I'm thinking hell no |
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Chain me to a tree, I'm waiting for the bulldozer |
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You only woulda seen skate away if hell froze |
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May not be bigger but you're never gonna pick on me |
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You're Cedric Diggory. I'm Nicholas Nickleby |
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You better pick a team |
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There's no in between |
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You want a nickelbag |
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You want some nicotine |
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You wanted a fix |
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I will never be your goldmine |
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Taking my kicks |
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And I'm hanging em over the phoneline |
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So you can find me, posted feeling so fine |
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I'm not looking for a co-sign |
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At Buena Vista elementary in second grade |
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One whistle is when recess ends |
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Two whistles is an earthquake drill |
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Three means every kid better hit the deck |
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Unless you want to catch a stray bullet or a ricochet from a fight across the chainlink fence |
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I know that I don't look it but grew up in the middle of the city where only the quick make friends |
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A kid in Frisco |
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Navigating Lombard |
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No On Star |
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I'm on BART |
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No lawn darts |
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Not saying I'm hard |
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But I got street val for my pokemon cards |
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Better put me onto Pawn stars |
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And I'll Barter like my gramma when she wants art |
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Every block or two I skate around another beggar |
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Leaning on a cop car |
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Baked as a pop tart |