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Burn off the morning smog with heat that's blazing from my rush |
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I'm paying dearly for this flash of light I have become |
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I can't just hold my breath and stop a pulse I'm not controlling |
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So I hit the pavement as the hustle breaks into a run |
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We're in the hustle now and there's violence in its techno heart |
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Bleeding our brothers, lovers, others into faded scars |
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Good luck believin' now the gears are turning down beneath us |
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She'll use my blurry dawn to mine the gold underneath us |
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I heard a rumor that time |
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It's really just a lion that barks in your mind |
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For no reason |
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Dealin' the hustle now, it's jivey talk is so confusing |
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Can't turn the music down to silence out the rest of you |
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No time for real it's goin' to carve you up like bayonettes |
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Into a rollin' dawn of modernist art loneliness |
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This motion in the street |
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This watchin' my anger |
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There's hell enough to pay |
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For smilin' |
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I'm a leave the hustle one day when I can't do it no more good |
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Slip the brown bag from my bottle and fill it with my master's gold |
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Come clean with luck and God inside some Port Authority urinal |
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Claim me a country hill and a woman with which to grow old |