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RES - Sittin' Back lyrics
Sittin' back in the cut Looking fine Look at that nigga what this shit is mine So they call us stars I guess not all of us are chosen I drive a car with the top back Cause my vanity's my token Now all this talkin' ain't my style About responsiblities Like this here nation is my child like it's direct humanity Sittin' back in the cut Looking fine Look at that nigga what This shit is mine You talkin' 'bout white children Who kill their parents before school I'm talkin' Lexus' with rims black So when I drive back I look cool Goodness the President's human And you're all hypocrits I think I'm jaded make a sport of it Now I'm numb to the shit Sittin' back in the cut Lookin' fine Look at that nigga what This shit is mine I just wanna blow up Then baby who knows who'll win the game When I close my eyes it all looks the same I don't wanna know nobody's name 'Cuz I'm going for dough when I go for game 'Cuz I'm going for... that's why |
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