(Get Down)
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Round and round, upside down
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Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]
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I never had the skills that it took to sell weed
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I was too generous, too understanding to your needs
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As far as school, I lacked the motivation for the occupation
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Preparation, guess I'll never catch that bacon
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I need to find a duty doing sales or some shit
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Cause I was always good at talking people into dumb shit
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Fuck it, just program some drums
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I'll be honest to myself and take the wealth if it comes
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Run baby, run baby
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Because its metro its destined to ruin
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Let go of that echo, baby what are you pursuing?
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Priorities are twisted and heads not on straight
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I think I'm gonna pop if I don't stop and take a long break
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And find time to reflect, I need to take a second
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Quit breaking my neck to get this fat paycheck
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Because money is the root of all people
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Ayo most people are evil so I'm on a roof shooting at bald eagles
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Adrenaline, mescaline, ephedrine and apple sauce
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Ain't no way to hang a platinum records on these battered walls
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Every man's a faggot and all women are sluts
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So I'm a hold out my love for all a y'all to shake your butts and
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Round and round, upside down
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Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]
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Somewhat exotic how a lotta these cats went about it
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And when they got crowded let the boundaries cloud it
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I doubt that if they only knew how I was coming through
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Probably be the oasis they was running to
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Fashion, the lifestyle, around the fashions and lifestyles
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Of entities you don't know much less trust judgment
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Judgmental, the soldier with the common pencil
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So say what's up when you see me on the bus
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Ayo, the worst is yet to come, in fact its on its way
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You better go and get you some before there ain't no more today
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And hey I'll be just fine, trying to bust rhymes
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Got my eye on my son and my hand on my nine
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The clock stops, for everybody that you know that got shot
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And eight o' clock the seconds get hesitant for every cat that went in an accident
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And seven o' clock time stands still for everyman killed by the planet's build
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Consumed by the elements, water, earth, wind, fire
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When I die I wanna go like that, fuck the devil's development
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Round and round, upside down
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Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]
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(Get down)
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Run away, come away from the land of Sodom and Gomorrah
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Run away, come away from the land of the sinking sand
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[repeated]
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Round and round, upside down
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Living my life underneath the ground [repeated]
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Round And Round
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