Walking with Bones, so you already know
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Take 'em back home, to the roads that I know
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Sleep where you sleep, and you die where you born
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F*ck what you know, and f*ck what you've been told
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Shaved hair running through the snow, boy with the frostbit skull
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Now back to tell 'em once more, the young white mac came back with the flow
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Never had money or hometown pride
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Every night ride, like tonight we die
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Town f*cked up, so the kids f*cked up
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Everything cash, from the views to the drugs
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Looking at the world only way they know how
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Throw away your time til they throw you in the ground
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I don't like you I don't like your friends
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I hope you never like me, let's not pretend
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Looking at the ones at the so called top
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Looking at us for the so called props
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Try to take sound, but you can't take style
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Can't replicate nothing that we done, get around
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Move up out the way, kill yourself today
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I hope you know the money that you makin' ain't a thing bitch
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