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THE STRYDER
Youre shooting looks at me semi-automatically Just like youve never seen what it is that you see I'm just a man in the street I got shoes on my feet You always get what you want But do you know what you need? All my intentions are good But my pockets are empty Ive got nothing to give Except for whats in my body Let me pat you down Are you wired? Dont you make a sound Were you hired? Cause youre a fucking crook Youre a liar Youre playing with my cash So youre fired You know its making me lose my mind Hard to find Lose my mind Hard to find Im gonna go if you stay Im gonna stay if you go If you ask I dont know If youre fast, then I'm slow You know youre pissing away Your words bitching at me Cause I wont ever hear What youre saying to me And are you really a fan? Are you really the sweet type? I dont know, I dont know Cause I fell right out of my bed And stumbled into your spotlight And you could be making this up Let me pat you down Are you wired? Dont you make a sound Were you hired? Cause youre a fucking crook Youre a liar Youre playing with my cash So youre fired You know its making me lose my mind Hard to find Lose my mind Hard to find
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