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Turning knot, rotting in my gut |
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Got me feeling so corrupt |
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Like a second hand politician |
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I'm a study in malnutrition |
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Every star |
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I see I'm wishing |
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Got a deathbed at 12th and |
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MissionNew kind of |
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Long ago once upon a time |
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Hundred miles an hour, time flew by |
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Now gravestones become friends |
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Practice voodoo superstition |
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Like an archangel from heaven |
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Got a deathbed at 12th and |
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MissionIn need of sleep, we crawl the street |
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American dream gone |
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Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme |
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American dream gone |
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In need of sleep, we crawl the street |
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American dream gone |
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Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme |
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American dream gone |
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Mentally unfed, spiritually dead |
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The flock's been misled |
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New kind of wicked |
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Turning knot, rotting in my gut |
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Got me feeling so corrupt |
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Stomach's screaming deep inside |
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Another day, got no place to hide |
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In need of sleep, we crawl the street |
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American dream gone |
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Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme |
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American dream gone |
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In need of sleep, we crawl the street |
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American dream gone |
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Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme |
|
American dream gone |
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In need of sleep, we crawl the street |
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American dream gone |
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Blood, dirt, money, hustle and scheme |
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Gone |
