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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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