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Drum Machine
Cop Kid, Sego
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Wall Street smile
But the teeth look cheap
Laidback in a Maybach
Chugging anti-freeze
Lap seats in the Jetta
Sipping jasmine tea
Feelin like G O D
No rules, no referees
We can't shake the feeling that
They think that they shut us out
Shove us in the back ground
Playing my song way too loud
Turn it down
Some lessons you gotta learn the hard way
Life's more than the games we play
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
And now we dousing all this scenery in gasoline
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
And now we dousing all this scenery in gasoline
I'm free
I can hold my breath while riding in the car
(Yeah it's been a while)
The endless tunnel is a metaphor
(An underscore)
I woke up famous and I played it off
Traded in my old jeans for a stick of gum
Everyone trippin with you got caught slippin, yeah
Yeah
Read along with my own eulogy
Summoned by the thunder of my drum machine
Pulled the trigger on my memory
Some lessons don't come with a refund
Life's less a game, more of a rerun
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
And now we dousing all this scenery in gasoline
I got my friends
Got my pen
Got my drum machine
I cashed a check
Paid my rent
Lookin kitchen clean
And now we dousing all this scenery in gasoline
I'm free
Wander through the darkness with my drum machine
Wander through the darkness with my drum machine
Wander through the darkness with my drum machine
Wander through the darkness with my drum machine
Wander through the darkness with my drum machine
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