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It's like minus f**kin' 15 degrees outside, and I'm still wearing my f**kin' long underwear and my goddamn booties cause I wanna f**kin' rap this verse and I can't f**kIN' get it right. Alright, f**k it, here we go This life's a real back-breaker, ball-buster, [?], bank-funded 2.5 kids and a wife-lovin' Nice oven, can you fit your goddamn head in it? When the bank come back to take back what they gave you with that cred-ed-it? From the subprime to the sublime, the pocket fulla that sunshine Make it rain on these homes until they're underwater like hook and line Underwater like [?] Underwater like a little f**ker On the cover Of Nirvana's Nevermind Nevermind Like the combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell Nevermind We at the combination Time Warner and AOL Oh that's right in picket lines Hear me while we're hashtaggin' bout car dashes, rubberneckin' at car crashes We're sick We ain't livin' like this Stay clenchin' our fists All my friends are p*ssed because We're sick Scratchin' that same itch Bitin' that same bit And it make no goddamn sense Because we're sick Snappin' over small sh*t Anger don't describe this Right now we're sick Raise up with them fists Swing until you can't spit Cause all of y'all feel this Because we're sick Toxic, toxic Rocks full of caustics got a spot in my pocket Bic lit, breathin' sick, probably think about my life when I've lost it New guts, yeah, but no new so-whats, let's keep that shh No room in the brain for your bad luck I ain't even tryna blink at your little cuts Gotta breathe, huh? Gotta eat food too, huh? Got a death bed, got a damn roof? But no damn clue? Or a plan number two? Nah, just coast along Until I'm ghost to dawn Cause y'all know damn well I'm holdin' on For dear life, dear sweet life, [?] til the night [?] right here after We're sick We ain't livin' like this Stay clenchin' our fists All my friends are p*ssed because We're sick Scratchin' that same itch Bitin' that same bit And it make no goddamn sense Because we're sick Snappin' over small sh*t Anger don't describe this Right now we're sick Raise up with them fists Swing until you can't spit Cause all of y'all feel this Because we're sick It's simple baby, the name of the game's been "f**k you, pay me" Since slavery, never been naive enough to believe it's all gravy Gonna teach me that I can't scream at the top of my lungs? Cause the other's got the bigger gun, huh? never get it from the bottom of the mud? Blood, I'm talkin' bout physical blood that you bleed Been planting these seeds in the soil and watchin' them grow 'til we back in the trees And I've got no godhead to save me All I've got is a posse with faith in me Don't need Facebook to pray for me Second that it gets hard let's make believe we've been Sick
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