| I ain’t the one
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| I never was the one, just another son of a son of a gun
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| Grandpa had the skin of a drum
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| Ru-ru-run but you can’t escape what you came from
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| Bite your tounge, chew blood like it’s gum
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| Climb aboard the diving board, time gets shorter when a child is born
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| I’m a quiet storm, but when I’m dry and warm, I take final form until you slice
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| the chord
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| And make the line go flat on that life support
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| I gotta make some space so I can reach these stars
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| My face looks like an old race car, tryin' to put it together before it came
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| apart
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| And when they lay my parts where my name is carved, they should save my heart
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| in this mason jar
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| Minnesota, Uber drivers, Google Maps to the universal fibers
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| You’re nobody 'til you stole some lighters, cat burglar disguised as a nervous
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| tiger
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| We’ve been to many places but earth is liver
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| Save it, give me likes and favorites
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| Everybody’s famous, I’ma need a lifetime of patience
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| Remind me what your name is? | 
| You won’t find me in the known locations
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| I’d rather be alone in my beautiful basement, whoo
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| This on my list of shit to do, after I pick which whisper to listen to
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| And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh
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| Or we can fight about it after school
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| Whatever you have to do, I’m cool
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| When I leave this Earth, feel the after tremors, might see my curse upon the
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| back of the mirrors
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| Graffiti bridge is all tags and stickers, but we are the children of the action
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| figures
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| And now we drop like matchsticks, figures
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| I got too many friends, and I can’t keep up with the trends
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| And I know that I’m supposed to pretend
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| Like I’m afraid of the day that it’s all gonna end
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| Where the hell have you been?
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| And how did time get spent, huh?
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| I gotta, gotta stop messin' about
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| Stick the neck out like you’re stretching it out
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| The king wears a crown made of clouds
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| The whole crowd will get loud if you miss this foul
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| If you don’t mind I’ma go mind my business now, whoo
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| This on my list of shit to do, after I pick which whisper to listen to
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| And you can kiss my ass until your lips are blue, ooh
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| Or we can fight about it after school
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| But all ya’ll are full of shit, and I’m cool |