[Verse 1: Suffa]
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Like we always do about this time, ink lines for the sick rhyme inclined,
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It's grimy shit but naught that can't be fixed with a little bit of spitshine,
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Big time like Frankie in Vegas, inspiring like Ali and Frazier,
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Spit it out till we spilling out on to the street start a party up with our neighbours,
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I'd rather be part of your playlist, than ever be part of the A-list,
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Harness the energy, heart of a pedigree with the scars of a sadist,
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I go so hard on the pavement; I go so far with my statements,
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That I don't know where they end and where I start it's all part of game it's,
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The farthest I've came since I started to play it,
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I spar with these artists, the heartless and brainless,
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We're harnessed by chains that are hard to escape and you change then they label us bastards or traitors,
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They're charlatans, they're haters, they start on us but they're fake as,
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Our parliament, but don't be disheartened by them pardon their failures,
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If we don't forgive our enemies, we'll crawl the walls like centipedes,
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Burn our energy like fossil fuels and fuel our own damn effigy,
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And we'll all burn like Hennessey, so keep on then and step with me,
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John Lennon let it be, dead the beef like abattoirs, before these scavengers tear at me
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[Chorus:]
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I've been waiting to come back,
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Like where the hell is the show?
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Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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Getting ready to blow,
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I've been waiting to come back,
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Like where the hell is the show?
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Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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Getting ready to blow
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[Verse 2: Suffa]
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And it might blow up but it won't go pop,
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And it might blow up but it won't burst,
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She said she might grow old but she won't grow up,
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Well she might, but only if I go first,
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She wears her heart on her sleeve like; she's wearing a patch on her shoulder,
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It's not a matter of whether I can catch her, more a matter of whether I can hold her,
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She thinks out loud she's got me; she laughs with her whole body,
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I think about how she got it all figured out and wonder why she'd even want me?
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Each night I find it's the same ole, when I crawl inside in the evening,
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I lie down next to an angel; fall asleep and fly with my demons,
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They say don't live in the past and live each day like it was your last but,
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I'd rather live each moment like it was my first, take it slow and sip from the glass,
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Savour the moment, spit vicious bars then pray for opponents,
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Sounds so serious don't it? But I'm not concerned with a thing,
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This is book three, Tolkien, Return of the King,
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The kings have arrived; we drink from the sky,
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We fall from all a¢æ?cause we think we can fly,
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But our wings have been tied, and the winging and lies,
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Have me I'm wishing that I could bridge the divide,
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You living the life? In the blink of an eye
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The shine of the bling and the rims that you ride,
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Can all disappear so live for the rhyme,
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Not material things your gift can provide
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[Chorus:]
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I've been waiting to come back,
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Like where the hell is the show?
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Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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We're getting ready to blow,
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I've been waiting to come back,
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Like where the hell is the show?
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Like a balloon on a thumbtack,
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I'm getting ready right now I'm getting ready
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[Verse 3: Suffa]
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Since a¢æ?State of the Art' we've stayed in the yard just waiting to start this shit all over,
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Laying in bars for a day and a half, had to switch from gin to soda,
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And by like mid October, record was six months over,
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Due, and Ia¢æ?m like dude what you expect? I'm only three months sober,
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Coming up turning tree trunks over, running up burning divas, posers,
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Run amok till the sun is up or till one of us # live la vidaloca,
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I'm going ta roll until I fold, like I got a hold of Propafol,
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So beautiful to know you all but for now peace I'm over and out
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Shredding The Balloon
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