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You don't have to be the best to be number one |
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There's plenty of numbers waiting on you to fall |
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Why are pretty people pretty |
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I think they call it just because |
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We're all a nation of outlaws |
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Blacks and whites |
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Right-handers and southpaws |
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I ain't snitching |
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I'm bitching [Hook] |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me [Verse 2] |
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F-15's and |
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M-16's Magazines and killing machines |
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God would not invent these things |
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Are we perverted as it seems |
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If this was a dream it'd be a nightmare |
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I like to know how to fight fair |
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Cuz I can't successfully cheat |
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Can't help feeling like |
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I been beat [Hook] |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me [Verse 3] |
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I got no familiarity with clarity charity case |
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Life has become a parody pace of a |
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Indy race |
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Stare in the face of ****upedness in the mirror |
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Wobble like webble from needles mad bottles |
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Baggies and wobbles problems simply the pebble's |
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Hobbled the mental in a lot of ways in a little |
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Comfort but instrumental determentally gobbling |
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Pills for supper upper echelon big city pretty |
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Silicon titty bittys want wads of fifty's |
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Not a hard working witty man with callus hands |
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So I'm shitty shiny shotty in my lap |
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And drinking |
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Naughty tapping or cracking the melon |
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That got me snapping fell in a trap in lunacy |
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Laughing sapping my sanity someone tell me what happened |
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Before I go capping crowds yapping with loud mouth devils |
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Of thou shalt the by wrong route so **** it |
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I feel forsaken |
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I'm flipping dipping riding bouncing |
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Looking like we're all faking |
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I roll home and take an ounce in [Hook] |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
|
Numb nuts dumb struck |
|
Hard to tell what's what |
|
Numb skull sitting 'round |
|
Blank stare think--ing |
|
Ab--so--lute--ly |
|
Nothing but shoot me |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
|
Numb nuts dumb struck |
|
Hard to tell what's what |
|
Numb skull sitting 'round |
|
Blank stare think--ing |
|
Ab--so--lute--ly |
|
Nothing but shoot me |
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Sleep Eat |
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Drink Shit |
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There another week went |
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Numb nuts dumb struck |
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Hard to tell what's what |
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Numb skull sitting 'round |
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Blank stare think--ing |
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Ab--so--lute--ly |
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Nothing but shoot me |
