Stop feelin' sorry for yourself you got your health I'll call the wealth*
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So what you fell, scrapes your knee.
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I can't believe you got the nerve to deserve me.
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Well I'm busy can't you see, take a peek.
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Now please leave me alone when I'm on the phone of god.
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The caller I'd alerts they bring the bomb squad.
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Bad kids have the licks, when it fits, the time flys.
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Mystical your hits open eyes don't look suprised. (playa)
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Well indisguise.
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Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
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Did you get your cross.
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I look, one taste is all it took.
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Put back that piece you took.
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Reapin' the benefits, sold the seats you label this.
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Hope be keep on your feet come back in like a nemesis.
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Look he's on your back attack steppin' daily.
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And suckers walk away everyday, they're born lazy.
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Save me from the songs of remorse while you're brainless.
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Reality is challenging for you spit out the weakness.
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Well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California.
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There's more than met your eye you disguise.
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It's so poetic but pathetic.
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Self
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Self
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Pathetic
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Pathetic, symphatic
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Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
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Did you get your cross.
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I look, one taste is all it took.
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Put back that piece you took.
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Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
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Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on.
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It's not free, it's not free.
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Put back that piece you took.
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Take it cause you look in their bag of tricks,
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At the one they call co-real.
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Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield
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Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California
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(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.
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Your pathetic self.
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Pathetic self.
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So pathetic, symphatic.
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Livin it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
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Did you get your cross.
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I look, one taste is all it took.
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Livin' it a lot when you're done go screw your head on.
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Can't afford the ride how come you wanna get on.
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It's not free, it's not free.
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Put back that piece you took.
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Well I guess I should of warned ya.
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This ain't California
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So I guess I could've warned of ya.
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This ain't California.
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Flat pay attention co-real.
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Little did you know that you are playin' in my ballfield.
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Sugar, well I guess I could've warned ya this ain't California.
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(Butta getta letta wooba) if you let it.
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Pathetic
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Dance Floor
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| Limp Bizkit |
