| I’d forgotten that we’re all the same
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| That our differences are all a game
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| That were all like the super friends
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| So every loser has a future win
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| I had fell for the okie doke
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| Lost my control like, «holy smokes»
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| (Gosh darn it)
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| I really said worse than that
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| I wish I could take the curses back
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| I had spoke from a frequency
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| That was pretty low
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| I bet you folks would agree with me
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| But when I thought it was impossible
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| Somebody brought me to the hospital
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| I kept two feet in a cup of booze
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| To try to stay above the blues
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| That color’s unnatural
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| A result of personal subterfuge
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| I had the let the bottle go
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| I’m tryin to be a role model, bro
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| I was such a piss-poor example then
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| Except for what not to do
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| If I had a rap check to spend
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| I’d go buy a big rare cockatoo
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| I thought I was responsible
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| Then they brought me to the hospital
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| Wherever I sit today
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| In front or against the wall
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| I can accept it all
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| No matter which-a way
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| Wherever I sit today
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| Ima make a motherfucking throne
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| Wherever I sit today
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| In front or against the wall
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| I can accept it all
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| No matter which-a way
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| Wherever I sit today
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| Ima make a motherfucking throne
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| I used to be so jealous-hearted
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| «How'd he get such a swell apartment?»
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| Look at me counting other people’s fans
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| Instead of tryin to be a better eagleman
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| I even hated on my own friends
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| Turnin' up my nose with a clothespin
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| Like pee-you
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| In my head I had to make em wack
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| Luckily I came a long way from that
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| What kind of pal was I
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| Leaving all those downloaded files to die?
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| Now I’m bumping all these tracks
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| And given em good honest feedback
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| (Cause that’s, that’s what I would want)
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| It’s like there was two of me
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| My true motivations hid beautifully
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| A public face and a shadowed man
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| A dirty ship with a clean cut capitan
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| Foolin all my damn passengers
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| Tellin them we’re still on this planet earth
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| Wherever I sit today
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| In front or against the wall
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| I can accept it all
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| No matter which-a way
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| Wherever I sit today
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| I’mma make a motherfucking throne
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| Wherever I sit today
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| In front or against the wall
|
| I can accept it all
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| No matter which-a way
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| Wherever I sit today
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| I’mma make a motherfucking throne
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| It smells like rain again
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| Fresh dew beads on the wet lawn
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| How many sundays have I seen?
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| How many blades of grass have I stepped on?
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| My old friend used to walk barefoot
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| Until the bottom of her feet looked silver
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| Close to where the shaw meets wilshire
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| I used to think she was a lunatic
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| Now when I call she asks, who is this? |