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| I hope you can't sleep and you dream about it. And when you dream, i hope you can't sleep and you scream about it. | |
| I'm like a head trip to listen to, cause I'm only givin you things you joke about with your friends inside your living room. | |
| All the people up top on the side and the middle, come together,lets all bomb and swamp just a little. | |
| First off you don't know Marshall, at all so don't grow partial. That's ammo for my arsenal, I'll sap you off that barstool. | |
| There used to be a time when you could just say a rhyme and wouldn't have to worry about one of your people dyin'. | |
| Excuse me miss, I don't mean to sound like a jerk. But I'm feelin' just a little stressed out from work. | |
| Have you ever been hated or discriminated against, I have, I've been protested and demonstrated against. | |
| It's true that I got shot in the heart, but when someone seems to good to be true they usually are. | |
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| This is your moment and every single minute you spend trying to hold onto it 'cuz you may never get it again. | |
| But it's just something we have no control over, and that's what destiny is. | |
| They say music can alter moods and talk to you. Well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too? | |
| It was my decision to get clean, I did it for me. Admittedly, I probably did it subliminally for you. | |
| The soul's escaping, through this hole that it's gaping. This world is mine for the taking. | |
| See the problem is I speak to suburban kids, who otherwise would have never knew these words exist. | |
| I turn around, find a gun on the ground, cock it. Put it to my brain and scream 'Die Shady!' and pop it. | |
| I feel like I'm walking a tight rope, without a circus net. | |
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