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Maybe i drank too much, somethings coming over me,
daddy gave a push so war on terror stretches globally,
and the FCC censors any emcees,
that disagree with America, please,

try leaving our noses outta the crack, black like oil,
send the troops home to protect American soil,
towers go down cause there was no one around,
so ashes to ashes we all fall down to the ground,

still barely standing as i see all her friends here,
must have fallen asleep somewhere far since the city isn't near,
taken shot after shot i reach for my phone,
only to stop myself mid reach, damn i'm grown,

groaning and moaning all alone, randomly smile,
haven't felt a spark like that in quite a while,
stay away from me, you could do better,
damn that shape makes me constantly go out and get her.