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The Annotatenews reporter he walked out of the TV |
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Brushed off his shoulders like he didn't even see me |
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Everything is green and black |
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The internet is real and my eyes are not intact |
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I'm realizing that I shouldn't be surprised in that |
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In fact my whole brain is filled with cannibals |
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Diplomats |
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I'm spinning out of control like the solar system |
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The only difference is I'm much faster than the sisters |
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Kissing babies and shaking hands on forsaken land |
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This is America, the product of an empty plan |
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And I'm American, so I guess I'm an empty man |
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Sitting in the studio with few friends and many fans |
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My job consists of peeling layers off like minivan |
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Scrape them in a track so I could sell them for a big advance |
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My mouth piece is a legend like Bagger Vance |
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I put a few syllables together and into a trance |
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No hooks still making them dance with certified funk |
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That these fakes could never have |
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Life's a ******* and I'm living it 'till the last |
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Put my past in the past, like getting in the ******* bag |
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I'm like a bandit up-standing |
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On my own train, abandoned my own name |
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So I could live out the fame |
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Jon Wayne, remember it for an alibi |
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You're innocent, you saw me taking out a passer-by |
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Now you know, that's a lie |
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These heads feel the verse |
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Like they were chewing on a pacifier |
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I'm not concerned with what my fans are consuming |
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I've been sober for three years |
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And trippier than a eunuch |
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So sue me |
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(I've been drinking though |
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I've been drinking, I'm not going to lie) |
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I feel like God isn't even trying to let me breath |
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But I'm back from the dead to keep rappers deceased |
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Back from the shed with emphatic disease |
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Keeping fans on the feet, like grass grabbing the cleats |
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Therapists lie down and tell me stories |
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Hypnotizing 'em for secrets and leave 'em for the morning |
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Serve ******* like divorce papers |
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I'm king of the minor circuit and I force majors |
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Diminished wages made for dominant behavior |
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This goon constructed cord in outer space and cut a razor |
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It's too soon to tell if I'm infinity |
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But there is nothing so imminent to kill my energy |
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No enemy dare step to the sea anemone |
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I'm chillin with my poisonous touch to brush with everything |
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