| My da told me I used be a happy boy
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| Back in a days playin' with my crappy toys
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| Kwowin' nothin' bout wars, would laugh with joy
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| Till I turned up the volume on that rappin' noise
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| Became an angry teen, readin' from the magazines
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| Feedin’me all the murder and the agony
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| Always in the trouble, cops runnin after me
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| But they’re way too lazy, only thing that’s catchin' me was …
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| My girl, my girl
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| It’s me and my girl against the world
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| My girl against the world
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| It’s me and my girl…
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| form the forward path I’m on
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| My music is for people that’s runnin' a marathon
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| Literally or as a figure of speech
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| Whether within or if you runnin' the streets
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| DVSG’s on a nighttrain from Moscow to St. Petersburg
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| Scheming and plotting to take home what we deserve
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| You got the city on lock, well I perform to free the world
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| And I know that I got it, as long as it’s me and my girl …
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| Wake up in the bed with my girl beside me
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| I don’t give a fuck if the world’s collidin'
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| With a meteorite, I’ll still be allright
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| Shinin' bright in the state that I’m in
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| The beautiful state of awareness
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| Not tryin' to be no careless parents
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| We’ll get them kids, and raise them kids
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| As true revolutionaries …
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| We on some Bonnie and Clyde shit, B.I.G ready to die shit
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| Weather is stormin', better perform get kids oranizing
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| Always down to be ridin' though we whitout a liscense
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| We are buildin' an army, babies are born and people are risin'
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| It’ll start with a man and a woman to stop the famine and bombin'
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| I see the klan and atomic wars, yo the planet is coming
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| To an end. |
| No need to pretend, the secret is when
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| But we ready, we right here yo sing it again! |