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    You’re running so fast in the wrong direction

    Not one to stand on the side of convention

    Think you’re heating up but you’re coolin’

    You’re fat and you’re droolin’

    The local babblin’ fool man

    Your face caked with the taste of last night’s pile

    You’ve been at it for days and still wearin’ a smile

    Who would’ve guessed that the heart in your chest

    It would never need rest

    Ride out the same old tank ‘til there’s nothing left

    It’s the same kind of player in this kind of game

    I bet the story would fit if you just changed the name

    Any guy who thinks he’s king of the town

    Is usually the one that’s burnin’ it down

    The taxes will show he’s a holistic healer

    But the people in town know him as the dealer

    Nothing to share but plenty to buy

    Driveway lookin’ like a drive-thru line

    He’s flowin’ with cash but it comes with a catch

    He passes the rock then it’s back to the stack

    A life wrapped up in using

    But so long as he’s groovin’

    What could he possibly be losing?

    It’s the same kind of player in this kind of game

    I bet the story would fit if you just changed the name

    Any guy who thinks he’s king of the town

    Is usually the one that’s burnin’ it down

    Every night out he walks into the closet

    Grabs a silk shirt with the stash pocket

    Bottle filled and he’s ready to rock it

    A well-oiled machine only blue can stop this

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