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[Intro:] How in the ******* did |
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I get home |
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I just woke up and still stoned |
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I'm thinking about calling it quits |
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Cause I'm sick of the *******t |
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That I've got to deal with on a daily basis |
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Cause I've been going hard on it all night long |
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Cause I don't want no ******* part-time job |
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They want me to be a man, |
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I'm not I'm spose [Verse:] |
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I do what |
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I want, I rock a |
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Red Sox hat in the |
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Bronx I don't floss |
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I just rap about flaws |
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I get bucks like falls and they all just flaw |
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They wonder why |
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I write rap songs, it's a white guy without dying my hair blonde |
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And if he's a rap star |
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Where is the car |
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That he described in every line of the sixteenth bar |
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Where's the sixteen hard head men behind him (they're hiding) |
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And why are these hoes grinding |
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Are his rhymes to bind with gang violence |
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Is he somebody whose buddies are all dying? |
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Does he want to get rich or die |
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Ryan? He's buggin' if he's not thuggin' |
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He should try silence |
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He'll get served like a diner |
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Skinny man, should've joined an indie band, rocked eye liner |
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I've seen him leave the bar nissan car |
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With a tattooed arm that was little like shriner |
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I hear he rhymes off the brain, in |
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Maine Does he keep an eye behind the coat like primer? |
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If the dj put the vinyl on, would he rhyme along tighter than a dyke's *******? |
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Is he spose? |
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Higher than spock |
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Blunts in the wizzle while he runnin from the cops |
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Lyrical loogies that |
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I hawk non-stop that |
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I pull off the lot bumpin |
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Aesop Rock |
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I'm definitively intricate an entertainer bring it til they're hatin' or hyperventilating |
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I'm penetrating your brain |
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Yeah, ******* what you thought |
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Spose judge the bros and pot |
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*******le on the rhythm, toss in the towel |
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Somehow got a hit, and still went foul |
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I'm 24 bars in so what now? |
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I'll do 24 more for them put the mic down |
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Follow no trend obediently |
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As in, you might see me in a medium tee |
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I just got lines like a |
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DMV And I fix them up in |
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Maine like |
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I'm CMP They wonder how dare he rap about ganja |
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When kids still die in genocides in |
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Rwanda Yeah |
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I should shut my mouth |
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But I keep rocking like a chair in a haunted house |
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I'm from the dirt roads, dusty antiques |
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On the microphone, so damn sweet |
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Grow ******* then my interests peak |
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Kick a hole in the speaker, |
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I'll say sorry and then peace |
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Teeth unbleached, with the physique of a geek my be rich next week |
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But I'm neat with the speech when |
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I skeet on these |
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Unique and out there like mozambiques |
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Run circles around rappers like inner tubes |
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Still mad humble in an interview |
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Whether rich, or monotarily miniscule |
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I'm who you relate to buddy cause |
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I've been a dude |
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And if you heard me get neat not |
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I Got the *******t together |
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MC's fly by |
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Fickle other women in their free wifi |
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Sorry, you best believe |
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I'm high And |
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I do what |
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I want, might drink the bong water if it's murky like a swamp |
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And if rapping in |
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Maine is so wrong |
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Just know the kid who mad this beat is from |
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Vermont (Vermont?) |
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And that's how it has to be |
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I got room keys like |
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I'm Cassidy |
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I'm at the red roof inn don't ask for me |
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Cause it's trashy don't bring |
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Ashley Spizzy |
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Spose, Peter |
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Sparker, I'm dastardly |
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I might hog until the pigs come, pass the ******* |
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I could've ****** up massively |
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But instead |
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I made it, the |
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Audacity Let's go [Outro:] |
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How in the ******* did |
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I get home |
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I just woke up and still stoned |
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I'm thinking about calling it quits |
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Cause I'm sick of the *******t |
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That I've got to deal with on a daily basis |
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Cause I've been going hard on it all night long |
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Cause I don't want no ******* part-time job |
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They want me to be a man, |
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I'm not I'm spose |
