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I know this guy who thinks he's dope
and all he does is talk, talk, talk, talk.
He says that he is the shit cuz of his new remix,
But he's not, not, not, not.

He likes that four on the floor,
That goes Boom Boom.
He likes them fancy cars,

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Politicians, and fried chicken,
Preachers speaking into the minds of our children.
Depressed best friends, and how the world ends,
Stock market blah blah blah blah equals dividends.

THESE THINGS

I got five broke strings on a broke guitar. I sold my shit to pay back my Mom.
Yeaa, my music don't make money and my record deal's gone,
but life is a party and I'm partying on.

I tell myself that it's alright, it's ok.
Just scraping by now but soon gonna find out,
That this will be alright, there's no way,
I'm stumbling back now, I'll figure it out.