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Imagine a kid with no hope for the future they called him a loser Imagine a weapon imprisoned inside and he knows how to use it Imagine a victim all broken and goin' to face the abuser Remember the name when he's going insane while he's making a statement Stomping on the pavement like What maybe works for you doesn't do it for me I told em' I ain't in the mood why'd they do this to me? Stick me out upon a stage when they know I'm horrified That if I I let the demon out he'd be immortalized What maybe stuck for you doesn't stick to me Smoke and mirror I don't d around with trickery What maybe clicks for you doesn't click for me Don't ever let em tell you who you are or who you're fit to be No climb out the whole I told ya I'm a soldier on a roll the poster child for goals I keep it cold and frozen Lock me up and strap the Beats on me, nasty Give me that Click click Boy I'm nasty give me that Click click From the backseat need to hear a Click click Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go Click click Boy I'm nasty give me that Click click From the backseat need to hear a Click click Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go I'm taking up these matters in my own hands I'm Andre like I'm Long Beach to Rosecrans So stand up This the pledge of allegiance so believe it I'ma need to see them hands to the ceilings Wow that singer guy started rapping had to map it out The tempo gonna let it go screaming to the crowd This is my outlet I don't really need to pout or talk about it They always doubted Coming with the Batman flow Gunnin' with the mad ammo No tip like the Black Arrow Still alone (Stalone) with the ghat Rambo Spit lyrical ammunition Set the mark high coming with a mans ambition Sacrifice these G.O.A.T's like it is tradition Stand back open up your eyes and witness Turn the speakers up Lace the sneakers up Load the heater up give me that click Bout to beat it up Needing to speed it up Fitting to heat it up give me that click Comin' with that Rick Grimes Walking Dead machete flow Stabbing all these zombies in the head they already know Idea after idea I be up to the AM Read up on that subpoena I'll be up so just say when I'm showing up ready with my headphones Be pouring out my heart and soul until my headstone They can't touch me in the booth it's a dead zone Just tell me when, count me in baby, feed me that beat I'm needing that Click click Boy I'm nasty give me that Click click From the backseat need to hear a Click click Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go Click click Boy I'm nasty give me that Click click From the backseat need to hear a Click click Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go Go and ask me what's it take to get up on a level where you wanna hear that metal go
Writer(s): Gita Harcourt-smith Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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