1998 TRUMAN

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"You're not free with your Cadillac!
 You're doin' just exactly what the Man wants you to do
 Buy his goods, so you'll never have any real economic freedom
 He wants you to buy everything he, he advertises on TV
 So he'll keep you perpetually owin' your soul to the company store
 You're not free, you're a slave—!"
 Gimme no drugs, lend me some love
 Tonight, while I'm in this club
 Lonely as fuck, with my thugs
 And we lookin' for that buzz
 Gimme no drugs, lend me some love
 Tonight, while I'm in this club
 Lonely as fuck, with my thugs
 And we lookin' for that buzz
 What's with these superficial people from my past?
 Dancin' 'round the fact that I did everything the motherfuckers bet against
 They be like, "Gather 'round, place your bets!"
 "This young man won't ever be shit!"
 Well my bad, I guess I just pursued this shit
 While you chose to settle down to have some kids
 I mean, it's okay to fall in line, just don't look back
 That's a long ass line that I'm not in
 I just never found the time, or had the chance
 Truth is: you can kiss my ass!
 Never been the one to bow down
 Never been the one to air out any situation, but right now
 When it's all your fault, I'm here now
 Gimme no drugs, lend me some love
 Tonight, while I'm in this club
 Lonely as fuck, with my thugs
 And we lookin' for that buzz
 Gimme no drugs, lend me some love
 Tonight, while I'm in this club
 Lonely as fuck, with my thugs
 And we lookin' for that buzz
 Don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy, don't
 Thrift like a five hundred discount
 I move it, I move it like Madagascar
 Flip it like eight ball to inside of nose, it get raw
 Bloody leaf color like fall
 When you were callin', they said I'll be nothin'
 Well, suck on my dick and then lick on my balls
 They try to pin me down, they try to bind me
 And they try to kill me like Anna Nicole
 Th–th–they want to boot up my car
 Pussy boy like booty call, money quick like auctioneer
 Look what we did in a year, you need a neutral career
 I hate on myself when I look in the mirror
 Piddlin' voices all up in my ear
 Why do I care how I look? Why do I care what they say?
 I do not care what they say! (Rrruh!)
 Nowadays, everybody wanna talk (Niggas talk too much!)
 They forgot how to listen (Listen!)
 Till the prophets arisen we mix New Edition with nuclear fission
 I don't do auditions, I don't ask permission
 Ain't no politician, don't ask my opinion
 You got an addiction to what ain't your business
 Make the admission, I make like magicians and hit my Houdini
 Why they so soft like linguine? I murder this music routinely
 I know that you see me, don't see you searchin' the meanin'
 I think that's why you won't believe and the future is leanin'
 Revolutions started streamin', the reason why you see me beamin'
 I'm dreamin' of makin' moves like the government
 You better think about who you fuckin' with, get back!
 Don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy
 Don't, don't talk back
 Don't talk back, boy, don't
 (Freak, ah, ah) Oh, your love–
 Won't you come this close to me?
 Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
 Be with me now that you're free (Free, free)
 Oh, yeah (Yeah)
 Won't you come this close to me, baby?
 Baby, yeah (Yeah)
 And if I could erase who you thought I was
 Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
 And if I could erase who you thought I was
 Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
 

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Duration
04:05
Key
5
Tempo
135 BPM

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