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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being stepped on
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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being slept on

Mind (Mind) racing at 1,000 miles per minute I'm (I'm) getting sucked up in it
My (My, my) anxiety on fleek believe me, hoping for a lightning bolt please relieve me
Strike me down, light me up please don't leave me all dying in this living shell please release me
I'm dying in this living hell. Days are cool, nights are freezing and people wanna stop you from leaving
People wanna keep you breathing just to tell you what they're reading
Just to like their shitty flicks- satisfy them gratify them jack them off pacify them
F*ck the time, f*ck the cost. Penny for your paradigm? (Yo) F*ck the boss
Life is loss, death is birth. Change is hard but static's worse
Feed me chaos challenge me I would rather fly or fall
I would rather rise or fall. I would rather fly or fall
I would rather fly or fall than not try at all

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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being stepped on
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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being slept on

People paralyzed with fear. Peers and pharaohs run in place
People stuck in single gear. People need to fix they face
Yeah! I'm singin in the streets. Yeah! I'm screaming all alone
You don't know where my head's at, you ain't livin in these bones
You don't see what my eyes see. You don't feel the smog I breathe
Just like I'm invincible to whatever's killing you
I had fam snatched by cancer and that cancer had no cause
Science had no answers so my people turned to God
People think and people pray and people trust in what they say
In what they want the truth to be, that's not living truthfully
Yeah I'm soundin crazy but at least I know I don't know shit
Cabin fever in this bitch, Earth is just one stop on this trip
Comets and meteors, gravity's greedier: pullin me down I wanna go up
Reaching for stars. We're made of stars but so many people don't like being touched
I'm pumping the bass (And) banging the drums
Pumping the bass (And) banging the drums
I'm pumping the bass and banging the drums to hit you with the rhythm

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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being stepped on
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You don't wanna see me act up
Push me and I'll punch you back
I'm sick of being slept on

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