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| | Album: | Unknown | | Track: | | | Views: | 1 | | | | Lyrics: | Another rubberneck witness enters the scene unsolicited,
well indisguise as a narrow-minded
hypocrite.
But it's okay, set the stage.
A bigger show, but i can see through this
phase.
The pawns that you play, think you have credibility.
The live show, exposes
your ability,
to look real fly but i think you missed your plane.
(Your CD, it comes
with a free gold chain)
And it's around your neck, but what the heck,
cause they
bought it.
And who cares, you got your money in your pocket.
Then the song remains the
same, it never changes.
The one hit wonders why, he's off the playlist.
Following you
never laid. Do you want my sympathy?
Crawling to the one i praise. Lack gravity.
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Pop goes the wheasel goes pop,
until they play you on the radio.
Squeeze me to the
very last drop.
Well i'm your--
Don't be mad at me.
I'm on MTV, get my MP3.
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Pop will the wheasel please stop?
Want some more, you whore?
It's just
another business, in the end lookin' for duckets.
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