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Ok, hey, my room is dim |
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Holla writer, sad songs in my loony bin |
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No one's gonna pull me in, no one's truly been a friend |
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Then this hip hop'maybe if I hit a few trees |
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I wouldn't be depressed for like 52 weeks |
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I ain't no mathematician but after sitting in my room and always having to envision |
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Half of you who laugh and brew and ask me to diminish and quit |
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And you wish that my ass would do the dishes |
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I be flashing through the class, have to prove the teachers |
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That I'm happy and my attitude is leisure |
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Fuck growing up, dab and ditch the beater |
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Man, damn, why you ask to use the bleachers? |
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When the stage is up but I paid enough |
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Hope you feel my pain when I'm laughing through your speakers |
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They say I'm falling, can you please let me go, go, go, go? |
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They say I'm alright but I think I'm gonna fall, fall, fall |
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Life is short but the days are long, long, so long |
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And if I'm singing then this must be a song |
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If you feel me, sing along |
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The passion is progression but progress ain't always a good pro |
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I'm sorry, I should not that every single party I been to |
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Is like a zombie watch alcoholic ambiance |
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Probably blame my mommy on and on and on, it sticks |
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All I do is whine and kick signing bitches tits |
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After retirement I finally chose to quit |
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I'm not that bad guy I make myself out to begin with |
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Out of my wits I shout at the moon |
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And I be goddamned if you find me out of my room |
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I'm hotter than blue, I'm not in the mood to be sad |
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Come on, what has gotten to you? |
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Thankfully I gain some speed and aimed to be a role model |
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But so far I'm in an old car with a globe trotter |
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No sign of flashes but the flashbacks |
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But I'm ok, I'm gonna take a few cracks at |
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They say I'm falling, can you please let me go, go, go, go? |
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They say I'm alright but I think I'm gonna fall, fall, fall |
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Life is short but the days are long, long, so long |
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And if I'm singing then this must be a song |
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If you feel me, sing along |