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    The first thing I say in the morning is fuck that shit
    People are offended and tired, so fuck that shit
    I walk myself to my church service and ask for this
    Balance my brain chemicals, so I can give a shit
    Shit
    Stay back, and don't make advances
    I'll keep my side of the trade
    (Here is a blatant remark)
    And I thought forbidden contacts were in order
    (I'll never get arrested)
    This is all for the opposition, for the opposition

    Make it right
    Put your soul on ice
    Give a chance to make this better
    Make it right
    Put your soul on ice
    Let's wait to pull that lever
    Make this right
    Put your soul on ice
    I need to make this better
    Make this right
    Put your soul on ice
    But I still make this wrong

    I get hyphy on such a decadent mixture
    Man, we're back again
    But I'm only here for just one more show
    Feel the back of my hand
    Feeling alone on such a decadent mixture
    Wanna hit ya, get your picture, and just take you home
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    And then I took the keys right out of the ignition and I ran
    Broke out, down, running down the street
    Looking for where the hell, where the hell can I hide?
    People, people trying to ask me questions, man
    I don't know the fucking answers
    Uh, I just got this rock
    I just got this rock
    Rock solid!

    Raise your hand if the system has missed you man
    Your money ain't going as far as it use to
    Raise your hand if the system has missed you man
    Raise your hand
    Raise your fucking hand

    Oh, hey Jon
    Oh, yeah
    How's it going man?
    Oh, I'm alright wh-whatever.
    Did you hear about that party?
    No, no, no where's that?
    Dude. I, is it 26 and P or what?
    Dude, it's L
    What?
    Yeah
    Dude I've been driving around for like, fuckin' half an hour
    I thought you were picking me up right now
    Well, I was going to, but I had to stop at the store, and get some fucking shit
    You had to stop at the store?
    Well, what are we going to fucking drink?
    Do you still have the money that I gave you earlier?
    Well, not really, because I fucking had to buy beer
    That's fucked up man, every time I pick you up, and I spend my money on you
    You know what. Whatever, alright. Whatever. I don't give a shit
    Yeah, well, I'm still going. Are you going to come?
    I'll pick you up still, but, I mean, the party is going to be over by the time I get over there
    Whatever. You know, it doesn't really matter right now because you are Rock Solid
    Rock Solid?
    Rock Solid
    We're both Rock Solid
    That's right

    Raise your hand if the system has missed you
    Your money ain't going as far as it used to

    And you, persist
    Oh, well
    Ahhhhhh
    I'll just have to live with it

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