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Why you gotta treat me like Im a low down dirty
Climbin up on thirty
Dress like a kid to make me feel young punk
And talk junk
You musta fell out of your bunk
And smacked your head
Or your face or somethin
I dont need nobody flyin in my jet stream
Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream
Cuz this is my own life keepin me down
Where I wanna be in my private nation
Im alone all thinkin lifes a phone call
Here for just a while when in my private nation
You can ride or you can go
Why you gonna step on shoes
When you dont know whose been in em
Have you ever been more than a bump
On a rock that likes to roll
In the middle of a soup bowl in the sky
Use your eyes
Its all you got till you die
I dont need nobody flyin in my jet stream
Take the bus
Go on and get yourself your own dream
You can ride on, it aint free
Leave a light on, so you can see
How to get back when you go
How to get, how to give
How to make ends meet
How to lose, how to win
How to stay on the seat
How to use momentum to make the two wheels straight
How to wait after it feels like you waited so long