| Why are you still fake smiling?
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| Pretending that you like them
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| I just don’t have no time for it
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| I said, I don’t have no time
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| Don’t have no time
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
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| (Give it to them BEXEY)
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| Don’t have no time
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| Why are you still fake smiling?
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| Pretending that you like them
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| Meaningless interactions
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| I just don’t have no time for it
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| Why you tryna blend in
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| Play chameleon, stand beside 'em
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| You comedian, got the whole crowd laughing and crying
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| They don’t like me
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| Okay, cool
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| I don’t blame you
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| Sometimes I wanna kill me
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| But I never been the fool that’s uncomfortable
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| Tryna be someone else
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| I’m the real me
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| I try to talk slow so they hear me
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| But life stops for no one
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| Life keeps marching on and drags you along
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| You better hold on, hold on tight
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| Shut your mouth real quick
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| There’s a collision ahead, uh
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| I remember laying on the tracks
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| Just waiting for a train to cut my head off
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| When you get back from hell you play it smooth
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| 'Cause you’re already dead
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| My grandads antique pistol
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| Fill my brain with rusty lead, uh
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| Bitch, I don’t let up, give up, or don’t settle
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| If they wishing death on me
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| Then imma smile in their face
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| And tell them 'Bless you'
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| Physical pain ain’t a thing when your mind is out to get you
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| Counting my days and my last four words are
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| I’ll never forget you
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| Yeah, my last four words are
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| I’ll never forget you
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| Yeah, my last four words are
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| I’ll never forget you
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| Yeah, my last four words are
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| I’ll never forget you
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| Yeah, my last four words are
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| I’ll never forget you |