| Try to maintain and put word to this game
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| And explain why my patience is wearing me thin
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| I’m surrounded by freaks who believe when I speak
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| That I worship the ground that they walk with their feet
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| With their suits and their ties and their wherefores and whys
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| And the cast that they hide with their smiles and they lie
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| And they don’t give a damn till the day that you crack
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| And you flip and find out that you want to sit back
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| But they laugh at me, mom, and they laugh at me why
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| At you carving your name in my arm with this knife
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| And you know that it keeps me from losing control,
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| It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from slitting your neck, ya’ll
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| Don’t you push me,
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| Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy.
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| Don’t you push me
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| Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy.
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| Don’t you push me,
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| Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy.
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| Don’t you push me
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| Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy.
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| They… me and they’re draggin' me, drawin' me downward,
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| And smackin' me sideways I’m fallin'
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| And maybe I should be just like in the movies
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| And not give a fuck and just… with the music.
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| Surrounded by cops as I raise my hands up,
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| There’s a round of applause ??? |
| that’s a wrap,
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| They say war is a fashion and fame is a concert, but pains a reaction,
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| The pain is what you don’t get.
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| Don’t you push me,
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| Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me
|
| Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me,
|
| Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me
|
| Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy.
|
| Try to maintain and put word to this game
|
| And explain why my patience is wearing me thin.
|
| I’m surrounded by freaks who believe when I speak
|
| That I worship the ground that they walk with their feet.
|
| With their suits and their ties and their wherefores and whys
|
| And the cast that they hide with their smiles and they lie
|
| And they don’t give a damn till the day that you crack
|
| And you flip and find out that you want to sit back.
|
| But they laugh at me, mom, and they laugh at me why
|
| At you carving your name in my arm with this knife
|
| And you know that it keeps me from losing control,
|
| It’s the only thing that’s keeping me from slitting your neck, ya’ll:
|
| Don’t you push me,
|
| Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me
|
| Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me,
|
| Don’t push your luck, baby, I can be your worst enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me
|
| Coz I can be your best friend or your worst fuckin' enemy.
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| Don’t, you, push me!
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| Don’t, you, push me!
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| Don’t you push me,
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| Don’t push your luck, baby, coz you’re fuckin' with the enemy.
|
| Don’t you push me
|
| Coz I can be your best friend or your motherfuckin' enemy. |