I should have been a skater
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Maybe a heartbreaker
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Some kind of creator
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A simple moneymaker
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I'm just a simple moneymaker
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Time passes me by
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I am but cold but its July
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And I know that my disguise
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Will melt off in the sunrise
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And I know that it's designed
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For the sun to make me shine
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But it feels like this time
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That my hearts been mummified
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And I won't make it to the night
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They tell me I'm too young
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To be thinking like this
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Got my life ahead of me but feel like it's in abyss
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Like my life left for a mistress
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Called me bac I must have missed it
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I should have been a skater
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Maybe a heartbreaker
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Some kind of creator
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A simple moneymaker
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I'm just a simple moneymaker
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I think I can fix myself if I write rhymes
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But I'm lying to myself and I know that it's a sign
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That the more I try to sing and the more I ink down
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I get further in my head and the ink it makes me drown
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All these the words I put on paper they become my traitor
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Saying I'm a failure, fuck where's my eraser?
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I left at my neighbors
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This pain is in my nature
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At my nine to five
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Man I don't feel alive
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From the suburbs where I drive
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Feels like 25 to life
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I should have been a skater
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Maybe a heartbreaker
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Some kind of creator
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A simple moneymaker
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I'm just a simple moneymaker
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