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555
00:35
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Tired & Queasy
02:51
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I’m tired and queasy I should alway listen to you
You have a feeling of what I am going through
So I wait til it goes away
I’m visiting cambridge I flew out but I’m driving back
I’m learning a language working out so I’m not so fat
I got weight it’ll go away
It’s too late to wonder what you did on that stupid day
I’m not any younger but I still feel the same
So I’ll wait it’ll go away
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Teeth
02:50
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I coughed up blood spit out my teeth
But that wasn’t what they wanted to see
They wanted answers from me
Late that night we were walking along
When they introduced me to the dogs
But there was someone there who swears she saw it all
They took me somewhere i didn’t know
Pushed me around and broke my bones
I was thrown into a hole
Woke up slow i was buried alive
Little did they know i had already died
They claimed it was suicide
Is it okay to live like that
Always looking behind your back
So nobody steals from you i’ve been there too
I coughed up blood spit out my teeth
But that wasn’t what they wanted to see
They wanted me to bleed
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Who’s going to give in and give it all up
The blonde that you don’t know, knows her love
Relax its a photo it’s going to blow up
Relax its a photo it’s going to blow up
Waiting, waiting on the fame
Just waiting, waiting on the fame
She’ll never tell you. You’ll find out through who?
Searching and checking up on you
I never know she’ll never know
I never know the consequence until it’s right in front of me
Waiting, waiting on the fame
Just waiting, waiting on the fame
Spent my whole life in four corners of the paper
Tryna pull capers, diamonds then I drape her Woulda,coulda,shoulda,games all about gudda
Never thought I'd be here right now
Damn near brought my gun to the session right now
The glamour, the fame, tears and cocaine
MTV lied to the Dubber,burnin rubber? In the new drop
Sweeter than a dew drop
But I'm waiting, waiting on the fame,
Just waiting, waiting on the fame
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I can be anything
Anything I want to
I can be anything
Anything I want to
I just can’t help it
It’s who I am
I just can’t help it
It’s who I am
I just can’t help it
It’s who I am
I can be anything
Anything I want to
I can be anything
Anything I want to
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Who Am I Now
02:19
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Didn't think id do it now
Trying things in a different town
But who am I now?
Who am I now?
Fresh air, a nice cool breeze
Is everyone staring at me now?
Who am I now?
Who am I now?
It’s over rocks piled high
Going back up is a bumpy ride
Oh who am I now?
Who am I now?
Take a pen take a seat
And listen up to me
Take a pen take a seat
And listen up to me
Who am I now?
Who am I now?
Hey man, could you buy me some?
I would but I’m not twenty one
I would but I’m not twenty one
I would but I’m not twenty one
I would but I’m not twenty one
I would but I’m not twenty one
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You lost yourself in debt
You’re wishing you were dead
And everybody else too
You’re following the rules
You listen to the fools
‘Cause everybody has to
Everyone wants to be happy
Scoping out the scene
Trying to be released
Is anybody out here?
No one has the time
To check up on your life
But everybody has to
Everyone wants to be happy
Tried to change your name
Tired of the fame
And everybody else too
Everybody out
Leave this house
Everybody out now
Everyone wants to be happy
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Slip Away
02:00
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I talked to your girlfriend
She’s coming by soon
She just had a kid
And her sister had one too
She used to be crazy
Not quite as much as you
I’ll never ever let you slip away
I talked to your mother
She bought us some food
She watered the plants
And fed our cat too
She used to be crazy
Not quite as much as you
I’ll never ever let you slip away
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