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Bow to the strings Three clicks of the drumsticks Then the bass chord rings The singer sings The notes carry on with wings Give flight to this music Lock it in your sights then use it Wrong the right, but dont abuse it Day or night, just stay true kid Whether your roped or cuffed These stores are gonna open up Break free from your half filled cup Over flow your own, yeah fill it up No matter how full you feel it'll never be enough Even if your rich, even if your clock clicks and your bell rings You'll never get sick of the rot this rich brings Keepin your chick just to help sell things, stable you are not, your hopeless, Your beat, your melting Now you feel the heat that this hell brings -J.A.M
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
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Bow to the strings Three clicks of the drumsticks Then the bass chord rings The singer sings The notes carry on with wings Give flight to this music Lock it in your sights then use it Wrong the right, but dont abuse it Day or night, just stay true kid Whether your roped or cuffed These stores are gonna open up Break free from your half filled cup Over flow your own, yeah fill it up No matter how full you feel it'll never be enough Even if your rich, even if your clock clicks and your bell rings You'll never get sick of the rot this rich brings Keepin your chick just to help sell things, stable you are not, your hopeless, Your beat, your melting Now you feel the heat that this hell brings -J.A.M
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Nov 11, 2013
Nov 11, 2013 at 5:32 PM UTC
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