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Bottom Line In And Out Of Luck

Won't you come around? And figure I'm not different from everybody else. Why am I so different? This time around Tolerate no one. One day we'll rise above And

you once again accusing me of lying and you call yourself a friend a lot has happened since, a lot you haven't heard it's too complicated come with me and

t think it would be so unkind I can't be doing this to you Didn't think it'd be so difficult The words we say aren't all that true Hesitate to insult... ... And

Goodbye and hello, Burn, heal, but break through the bone, And as the screen fades to gray, Let loose on childhood games. Blow through sky high, The

to think twice. Oh yeah, stand out Beneath the crowd, Rebel and re-tell, Relieved of trivial charade, Don't break My own pretend mistakes. It's my throat, I'm choking, and

And the same rules apply in this game, you never break it With my motherfucking luck, fallin' over the craps And you niggas who wanna try to attack We steady dyin' over dumb shit, and

wi' muh I'm only on my feet when I bus' heat And you just ran outta luck wi' muh Say your gonna get fucked up wi' muh Gunshots leave bodies bruk wi' muh And

now, am I wrong in thinking That you have forgotten me? Now they worry and they hurry and they fuss and they fret They waste your nights and days Them

the lines, up from this pit at the end of your rainbow That's one too many flights of stairs One more stair and almost there One more dose close One [Incomprehensible] to the bottom