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Wantin' it more |
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It's a fine line buying time |
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Corruption on the borderline |
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Disintegrating, |
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I'm feeling fine |
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I hold your weakness inside mine |
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I see the backyards you walk in |
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I see the graveyards you're stalkin' |
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Selling yourself on the black market |
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Of the crooked earth for what it's worth |
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Solid feet on the ground |
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I see your bones lying around |
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Through the thickest skin you got' |
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Cause only a hustler knows a hustler |
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And only a hustler knows |
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She be wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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When you think alone |
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You gotta throw some stones |
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My crow's feet, they told me a poem |
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Unwhole and unholy |
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I won't be a sucker for your broken spines |
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It comes and goes in this stolen home |
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I won't even show you where it goes |
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It roams on roads, way down below |
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Only a roll will save my soul |
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Only a roll will save my soul |
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Only a roll will save my soul |
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Only a roll will save my soul |
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She be wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more, wantin' it more |
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Wantin' it more |
