[Slug]
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They love the taste of blood
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Now I don't know what that means, but I know that I mean it
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Maybe they're as evil as they seem
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Or maybe I only look out the window when it's scenic
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"Atmosphere finally made a good record."
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Yeah right, that shit almost sounds convincing
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The last time I felt a sinking contradictive as this
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Was the last time we played a show in Cinnci'
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"Get real." they tell me
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If only they knew how real this life really gets
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They would stop acting like a silly bitch
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They would respect the cock whether or not they believed in it
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Doesn't take much and that's messed up
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Because these people do a lot of simple shit to impress us
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While everyone was trying to out-do the last man
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I was just a ghost trying to catch some Mrs. Pac-Man
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Hello ma'am, would you be interested
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In some sexual positions and emotional investments
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See, I'm not insane, in fact I'm kind of rational
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When I be askin', "Yo, where did all the passion go?"
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East coast, West coast, down South, Midwest
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Nowadays everybody knows how to get fresh
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Somebody give me a big yes (YES!)
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God Bless America, but she stole the B from "Bless" (Accept it)
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Now I'm too fucked up to dance
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So I'ma sit with my hand down the front of my pants
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You can't achieve your goals if you don't take that chance
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So go pry open that trunk and get those amps (You know!)
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[Chorus x2]
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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
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Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
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You see me move back and forth between both
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I'm trying to find a balance
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I'm trying to build a balance
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[Slug]
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So now I keep a close eye on my pets
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Because they make most of they moves off of instinct and sense
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It's eat, sleep, fuck in self defense
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So straight you can set your clocks and place bets
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Wait, let's prey on blind, deaf, dumb, dead
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Hustle, maybe a couple will love what you said
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Emcees drag their feet across a big naked land
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With an empty bag of seed and a fake shake of hands
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Yeah I got some last words, FUCK ALL OF YA'LL!
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Stop writin' raps and go play volleyball
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Gotta journey the world in a hurry
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Cause my attorney didn't put enough girls on the jury
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Guilty of droppin' these bombs in the city
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But I'm innocent, love is the motive that's why you're killin 'em
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Guilty of settin' my fire in all fifty
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But I'm innocent, blame it on my equilibrium
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[Chorus x2]
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In the days of Kings and Queens I was a jester
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Treat me like a God, oh they treat me like a leper
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You see me move back and forth between both
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I'm trying to find a balance
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I'm trying to build a balance
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I gotta find my balance
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I gotta find my balance
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[Slug]
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Now all my friends are famous
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It's either one thing or another
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They all don't know what my name is
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Probably know both of my brothers
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The one is a hard workin' savior
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The other's a hard workin' soldier
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I'm just your next door neighbor
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Workin' hard at tryin' to stay sober
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You wait for the car at the corner
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Pretend like you know what the pot is
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Won't quit till I hit California
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And make you my Golden State goddess
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Trying To Find A Balance
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Atmosphere |