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[Verse 1:] |
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Everything used to be so good then |
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Now it seems like you're mad at my footprints |
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I'm only trying to scribble in the book, man |
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It's not my fault that y'all couldn't |
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You must have a lot of free time |
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Otherwise why are you trying to see mine |
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Strain your neck, let the blame project |
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But don't give yourself the same respect |
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So independent but undependable |
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We're all getting old, now take a mental note |
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And stop being so covetous |
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The crime is the punishment |
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Now run and get a slither of dignity |
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You ain't gotta be a figure of misery |
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You don't want to be a victim to victory |
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Listening to a bitter sweet symphony |
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[Hook:] |
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You're so bitter |
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You call this a river in the winter |
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This one is to recognize you |
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Your jealousy needs an anthem too |
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You're so bitter |
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You're as cold as a river in the winter |
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This one is to recognize you |
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And all of these dreams that can't come true |
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[Verse 2:] |
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We used to get up in Uptown |
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Then we hit the highway to run around |
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Came home everybody wanna judge now |
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Don't let them see you celebrate your touchdown |
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Keep clutching those grudges |
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Don't budge if no budget |
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The old puppets show love in public |
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But behind the back can't trust it |
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Disgusted, repugnant |
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Insulted, repulsive |
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Discouraged, rejection |
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No protection from your own reflection |
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Chip on your shoulder big as a boulder |
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Insecurities a slippery slope |
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Got ya looking around for the sympathy vote |
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Anything to give a little glimmer of hope |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3:] |
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Treat love like a limited resource |
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Fight for it like there's never gonna be more |
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On the rooftops talk to the spaceships |
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Like you've got 2Pac locked in the basement |
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Get the bag, make the get away exit |
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You get mad like your middle name desperate |
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No net, better not get left back |
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Yeah, you should probably protect that |
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I'm trying to keep it simple, teeth to the nipple |
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Beat my chisel, leave my initials |
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Fly so far when you follow the signals |
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Sky full of stars and all of them wishful |
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Not only are we bitter but we're brittle |
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The world's getting small, and everybody's little |
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Go roll your eyeballs, toot your own whistle |
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Don't ever stop waiting for the window |
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[Hook] |