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I don't know about your dreams
But mine are sort of hackneyed.
Same thin
night after night.
Just...repetitive.
And the color is really bad -
And the themes are just infantile.
And you always get what you want -
And that's just not the way life is.
First National Bank? I love it!
New hat? Forget it!
Moby Dick? Never read it!
I came home today
and both our cars were gone.
And there were all these new pink
Flamingoes arranged in star patterns
All over the lawn.
Then I went into the kitchen
And it looked like a tornado had it.
And th
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[Chorus]
Rock you {*repeat 6X*}
Come on {*repeat 2X*}
Aiyyo y'all rappers less play, what I'm about to say
Will probably hit y'all niggas in a real strange way
Shmucks, ducks and half hearted prankster crews
Willie dank Langston Hughes, put shanks in crews
I debut to make the news and I've been killing it since
Still in the trench, buzzin off the killin dispense
I want my niggas out that barbwire still in the fence
Verbal assassin I'm a killer still in a sense
Rhymes is graphic
Aimin straight at your minds and blast that weak shit
The pieces and parti
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Hey mom
There's something in the backroom
I hope it's not
The creatures from above
You used to read me stories
As if my dreams were boring
We all know conspiracies are dumb
What if people knew
That these were real
I'd leave my closet door
Open all night
I know the CIA would say
What you hear is all hearsay
I wish someone
Would tell me what was right
Up all night long
And there's somwething very wrong
And I know it must be late
Been gone since yesterday
I'm not like you guys
I'm not like you
I am still the skeptic
Yes you know me
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Instrumental song.
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