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Boom, boom, boom, boom It's all about the paper where the fakers pumping diesel at All about my maker, I'm a painter where my easel at Santa 'bout who's nice and 'bout who's naughty I'm a guardian regardless of how people act Attention while I check under the hood True expression is more important than being understood Losing is abusing marijuana You're the one dude, but one false move and you're a goner Social loner flesh and bone paragon Bringing in the new year with the twilight zone marathon Now I'm home so now I'm whole but right and wrong be off and on for awful long I was a vagabond Get out of your own way Angel, okay Angel But I was only there 'til you was ready to pass I been up for every hour tempting you to be a coward so that you could find the power now I'm ready to crash No doubt My home is not a city, it's a a state 'cause it's a state of grace That's how come I stay in my creative space When I started zoomin', I was fuming, I was bound to make a few mistakes You know what they say about assuming, and the human race Broken mirrors on the clearance shelf Interference, there's nothing to fear except for fear itself I swear sometimes I wonder if you're hearing well Things are getting pretty hairy why's nobody smearing gel? Ever since I had a speak and spell I had the feeling I was an eternal shrouded in a Puerto Rican shell You could tell it by the sazon on the chicken in the kitchen smell Hit the corner store to drop a quarter in the wishing well Chipmunks not the strippers that was chip 'n' dale Cut the whining, Pinot Grigio, White Zinfandel Kill the racket, you're alive It's almost as bad as taking off your jacket while you drive To whom it may concern the turning of the tide's The only type that I have ever tried Yo, I ain't never lied Since I stopped lying, it's a triumph 'cause before I used to do it all the time I was born and bred to leave no red left on the watermelon rind But you're welcome to a piece if you should be so well inclined I's the type to never eat when I was fed a line That's since back when Brittany dated Kevin Federline So if it's not a 10 or 9 Nevermind
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