| You got me forced to keep my legs in two
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| I’m still stuck inside this rubber room
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| I gotta punch the clock that leads the blind
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| I’m just another gear in the assembly line, oh no
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| The noose gets tighter
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| Around my throat
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| But I ain’t at the end of my rope
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| 'Cause I won’t be the one left behind
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| Tear down the rat racial slime
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| Get it?
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| A routine injection, a lethal dose
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| But my day in the sun ain’t even close
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| There’s no need to waste your prayers over here
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| You better mark my words 'cause I masturbate
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| Yes, indeed
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| You might beg for mercy to get by
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| But I’d rather tear this thorn
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| From my side
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| 'Cause I won’t be the one left behind
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| Tear down the rat racial slime
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
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| They tore my intention apart brick by brick
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| I’m sick of the jive, talk verbal insecticide
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| They swallowed their daggers by turning their trick
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| They tore my intention apart brick by brick
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| I’m sick of the jive, talk verbal insecticide
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| I won’t be the one left behind
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| Tear down the rat racial slime
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| You can’t be king of the world
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| If you’re slave to the grind
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| Well, I said, slave to the grind
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| Slave to the grind
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| Slave to the grind |