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I got nothing to lose, nothing to prove |
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Yet the clock keeps ticking, ticking my time away |
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My sweet mother ain't got nothing to save |
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I got one foot in the gutter, one in the grave |
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I'm asking why, why, why? |
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Do you wanna see me try, try, try? |
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Fall back, kick it through to another day |
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Spit the bit, cut the reigns, make it go away |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel it coming over me, yeah, yeah |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel you breaking under me |
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Well, I'm coming at you, 1, 2, 3 |
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Double fist pounding, baby |
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Yeah, I say you better think twice |
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Crosses fall when you're running with me, yeah, yeah |
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I'll take you down, down, down |
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Kicking 'til you're 6 feet under the ground |
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Smoke that ass like the days last cigarette |
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Light the fires, burn the tires, screaming blood and sweat |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel it coming over me, yeah, yeah |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel you breaking under me |
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It's taking control, taking control of me |
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Ooh, yeah, |
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I feel you breaking under me |
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I feel you breaking under me |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel it coming over me, yeah, yeah |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And give your horns up |
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Raise your horns up, yeah |
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Well, I feel you breaking under me |
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It's taking control, taking control of me |
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Come on, get up, get down |
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And take your horns out |
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Raise your horns up now |
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Whoa yeah, whoa yeah |
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It's taking control, taking control |
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It's taking control, taking control of me |
