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Hey you
Tell me, what's your call name
Closed negative display
Engaged on section three
The acrid factories
You
Putrid perfect product
Proper platinum parts
Proficient prototypes
Steadily spew from these pipes
Are you
Generated by waste
Arid quarry displaced
Environmental squeeze
Aluminum disease
You
Conscious of origin
Intent is in the wind
Atmosphere infected
Descendants defected
Are you
Novel stroke of design
Or relics from this mine
Casually choke
Noxious nourishment
Embodied illicit cure
Ground a
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Hey cue that shit that the verse mixed up
(See what I'm sayin)
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
I been trapped for so long
Gotsta hold on
See,
See marijuana got me copin wit my problems
And hennessy got me hopin I could solve em
My baby mama ull of drama
Tryin to scar me
But unlike my old sorry ass father I tried harder
My baby raised to hate her daddy
Her mammy playa hate and wishin that she had me
She hate to see me on tha street
And still on my feet
Betta ye
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I want you back again
I want your love again
I know you find it hard to reason with me
But this time it's diff'rent, darling you'll see
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You said we're through before
You walked out on me before
I tried to tell you, but you didn't want to know
This time you're diff'rent and determined to go
You gotta tell me you're coming back to me
You gotta tell...
I wait as the days
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A brand new you, you're twice the view.
Fashion consultants only ask for a few,
Look in the mirror, your new face is here.
But now only the make-up is there.
Attempt to create, to animate.
To make a change, you have to sedate.
The outside's there, it's a thoroughfare.
But on the inside there is not much there.
You love your pretties, and your things.
Are you nothing more than just a fashion scene.
Chorus: Put away your stuff today.
Your outsides covered mud and clay.
Let Him kiss your sin away.
A brand new you, its not the view.
Rearrange
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