I'm sick of this, I'm tired of all the bullshit,
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I don't care who the fuck knows who I want to read between the lines.
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But the scared look in your eyes,
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the only truth I will find,
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we all know where you come from.
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And to be honest, we don't fucking care.
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Your life or privilege,
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no more silver platters.
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Where the fuck will you be when all your scams clear the air?
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And I know there is something else to all of this,
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every broken promise, just another dollar well spent
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kissing ass, sucking up.
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Your arrogance makes me ill.
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And now I'll defend to the death this dream you're trying to kill,
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and now I know there is something more to all of this,
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every burning bridge for a compliment you never meant.
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And if I listen to you, I would only doubt myself.
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Are you trying to pollute us with your ego?
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I hope we meet in Hell, we will meet again in Hell,
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straight to Hell.
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I'm sick of this, I'm tired of the bullshit,
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I don't care who the fuck knows who I want to read between the lines.
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But the scared look in your eyes,
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the only truth I will find,
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we all know where you come from.
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And to be honest, we don't fucking care.
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Your life of fiction,
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you're so fucking clever.
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How many fucking excuses do you want us to hear?
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Straight to hell.
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Seller's Market
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| Bleeding Through |
