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Everybody up |
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Let me introduce to you |
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A man that you heard of |
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Or you thought you knew |
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Well give me a couple of seconds just to prove to you |
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(You never did...) |
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But let me give you a chance to |
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I used to swear everybody had it in for me |
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People only wanted to talk to spit on me |
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So I paint pictures, draw a little bit |
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And every time I was pissed off at some kid |
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I'd head home I'd draw a little sketch |
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Of any kid I hated with a knife in the neck |
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A pencil in the eye and a hole in the back |
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I had a backpack of six sketches like that |
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And over time people started to see the pictures that I made |
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Made a lot of sense to me, but |
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It never even really made much of a difference |
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They still talk shit |
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But not at close distance |
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And that sucked |
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Cause all I wanted to have was just a little attention whether good or bad, but |
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Over time I got sick of trying |
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And kept making the pictures and kept drawing lines |
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I don't know where I'm going with this |
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I'm just reminiscing and telling the story of this |
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Sit back and take in the story of a kid |
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As I look back at the strange things I did |
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Everybody Up |
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Let me tell the truth to you |
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I never thought I'd be anyone you'd wish you knew |
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I just thought I'd end up a stain on the wall |
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Something you wanna fix, if you see it at all |
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Anyway back a few years time |
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I had a class with a smart mouth friend of mine |
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And we would sit in the back |
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The two of us combined |
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Would make fun of everybody just to pass the time |
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Now, we did it quietly so no one heard |
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A couple of nerds with pages full of pictures and words |
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Untill this kid heard we were calling him names |
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And decided to get tough |
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I remember he came up |
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To me that day, front of half my friends |
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And talked shit so loud |
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People couldn't pretend they didn't hear him |
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Saying he would beat my ass |
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And I laughed |
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But he was serious and pushed me back |
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At this point I was pretty confused |
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This little bitch was all amped |
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So what could I do? |
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I shoulda come back at him for all to see |
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But instead I just told him that: it wasn't me... |
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(x2) |
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I don't know where I'm going with this |
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I'm just reminiscing and telling the story of this |
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Sit back and take in the story of a kid |
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As I look back at the strange things I did |
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It's like Flatliners |
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You see that flick? |
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People die and come back seeing crazy shit |
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People that they did wrong come back and attack them |
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And everyone they hurt comes back for revenge |
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Well if that was ever gonna to happen to me |
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I'd potentially would be attacked constantly |
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But then again, for all the pain in my past |
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There'd be a lot of people that had better watch their ass |
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(x2) |
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I don't know where I'm going with this |
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I'm just reminiscing and telling the story of this |
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Sit back and take in the story of a kid |
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As I look back at the strange things I did |