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| 3:30 | 
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Take a look in my mind and justify
Hell, I might even sympathize But why must you f**k with these things In my head for so long that I feel I could break Never forget your lies Hypocrisize Five million might change your mind But why must you f**k with these things In my head for so long that I feel I could break So c'mon c'mon c'mon get up get up South Texas deathride you motherf**k So c'mon c'mon c'mon get up get up South Texas man I'm livin' it up So what if I was your guide South Texas deathride Like I said I might sympathize But why must you f**k with these things I believe Man it's guilt by association |
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| 3. |
| 2:57 |
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| 4. |
| 4:17 |
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I'm sitting in a magic chair
Without Mary and I don't care So far, so good is what I hear Nothin' slows me down my dear Sucking on it what a shame Another, motherf**ker drained That's what you get I warned you all Just add it up to my toll I get a kick outta this Watch you ball like a bitch You'll get it you'll get it You'll get yours motherf**ker ain't no lie I wanna break you Get off the rocket ride man I can't even fake it I'll say it again You're on a downward slide my friend So I hear they call it killing the fly I can't hear it I might be blind That's what you get I warned you all Just add it up to my toll |
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| 3:46 |
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One more time and you'll be dead
At least I think that's what they said Forty days won't break a man It was a bullet in his head There's something in the... Something in the way you were The pain so wrong my friend Revolution...revolution man Imagine all the people One more time and you'll be dead At least I think that's what they said Forty days won't break a man It was a bullet in his head Listen while I load my gun He said to me Something 'bout a chosen one It's comin' back to me Watch him while I taste the sun He said to me Something 'bout a chosen one You'll never be One last time your medicine Swallow hard and take it in Lucy's in the sky again Trippin' on her diamonds |
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| 4:14 |
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Twist me with your motivation
You make me sick Won't you feel my frustration? It's ten feet thick All I see is apathy In this world I won't be I will be a better man I won't be a bitter man Twist me with your complication This time it stuck Curse me with your lips You wretched f**k Out of me am I free In this world I won't be |
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