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[Verse 1] |
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Waking up somewhere in Ladera, next to a girl with smeared mascara |
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Her looks say "groupie" first name Sarah, another victim of the Art Goon Era |
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Holy ****...what am I becoming? |
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Mama said I need to go and do something stunning |
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With my life, instead I seat here soaking by the fireplace |
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Breaking down weed trying to find a higher place |
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Addicted to porno in cyber space |
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Eternal sunshine 'round tight mind erase |
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God damn sometimes I be forgettin, every lesson learned in the college room setting |
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I didn't make the grade so I didn't give a damn |
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Intelligent but lazy, they couldn't understand |
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What it's like to be better than everyone you know, or what it's like to make a few ****ing racks of a show |
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Pockets on swole, ego on overload |
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Drugs all around and pray I don't overdose |
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But if Ido i'll leave a beautiful corpse, bury me in my tux with a carton of 'ports |
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[Hook] |
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Life ain't nothing but a rose parade |
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Everything that we see artificially made |
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And we all line up to take a look at the floats |
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But why the **** would I want to stay behind this rope? nope |
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[Verse 2] |
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Daddy was right, I never do listen but the blind old cunt couldn't really see my vision |
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Credit score low when I never held the job down |
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Snacking on xany bars just so I could calm down |
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My friends question why I'm so off-beat |
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Or why I choose to write my name in wet concrete |
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Dreamers sit back all day and romanticize |
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Doers **** girls get gwop then they vandalize |
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Burn it all down, pissing on the ashes, and watch her deepthroat for some backstage passes |
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God damn, is that how mama raised you? Or is everything I do, just amaze you? |
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**** paid dues, I'm too punk son |
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I rather **** a white girl with a trust fund |
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And blow her dough instead of spending mine, one of a kind |
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Young Rap God with a shrine, yeeh |
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Ricardo! Get the goddamn hovercraft...the whores are after our money again... |
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[Hook] |
