| Bay torn in the brave storm at my side
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| I been pacing back and forth for days whore, what a ride
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| We put down years like calendars that fell off the wall
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| Now you worn out like a scavenger and you telling me you want it all
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| Are you out your fucking mind with them dead thoughts?
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| Riding for you like I’m red fox
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| Now after we fought through the lead spots
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| You bouncing and you want the bread box
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| How ironic that it’s my sonnets
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| Putting money into five pockets
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| But when it’s time to get fly pop it
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| You singing like a magpie, stop it
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| Bitch, beefing like a chef at Benihana
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| You been grilling me about the petty drama
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| And the shit ain’t sweet, no Betty Crocker
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| We used to cupcake all the time
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| Now we withered down, hardly fungus
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| Now we sitting down to stop the hunger
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| With a couple lawyers they all motherfuckers
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| I been following you for a while, yeah
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| I know how you get down
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| I’d like to think we keep it peace instead of fighting for the quiche
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| But you were always quick to skip on the bill
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| I really don’t know what you want from me, yeah
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| You threaten that you’ll go away
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| I just wish that you’d go and do it then
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| Cause I ain’t got much else to say
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| I really don’t know what you want from me, yeah
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| You threaten that you’ll get my pay
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| I just wish that you’d go and do it then
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| Cause you could take it all today bitch
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| Bitch, I ain’t got shit anyway
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| Nope, so what you gon' take me for?
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| A couple Blu-rays and a gray Accord
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| With shaky doors held by a safety cord
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| And bank no tape or prolly be your favorite
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| Just to have that there
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| I would have to run around and get a couple of them paychecks
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| And then slice it in half so you pay less, hate this
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| Don’t take feminist value for getting all my shit in a bad divorce
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| Think they burn their bra so in marriage court
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| You could turn up being like, «half of course»
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| Nope, you can have it all cause there’s nothing left
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| I’m a bag of bones and enough regret to bring baritones where I fucking step,
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| yep
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| Took my soul to the pawnshop
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| Pop looked it up and said, «not hot»
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| See nobodies buying where the bombs drop, so cool
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| That’s a big zero on the net worth
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| So litigate what your network spend mad money for the best perks
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| I been following you for a while, yeah
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| I know how you get down
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| I’d like to think we keep it peace instead of fighting for the quiche
|
| But you were always quick to skip on the bill
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| I really don’t know what you want from me, yeah
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| You threaten that you’ll go away
|
| I just wish that you’d go and do it then
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| Cause I ain’t got much else to say
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| I really don’t know what you want from me, yeah
|
| You threaten that you’ll get my pay
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| I just wish that you’d go and do it then
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| Cause you could take it all today bitch
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| Bitch, I ain’t got shit anyway
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| Come for it, come for it all yeah
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| Come for it, come for it all
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| I ain’t got shit anyway
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| Come for it, come for it all bitch
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| Come for it, come for it all
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| I ain’t got shit anyway |