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We're brushed back, Entrapped in the contacts I hate that feeling like we compromised We hold back, another foot in the strap 'Cause what's the difference If we can't even be satisfied I know it seems a little tactless But try sleeping while they're creeping Through your mattress I don't consider that rest They says it's lacking guidance Still we got a sky's the limit type of vibrance But you keep it in silence Congratulations, you just squeeze it 'till its life end Control in the fine print We're crippled and tapped One by one another foot in the strap But right now we bust back, prepare for the impact He walked up and said "Keep It on the down low Keep it all good and subtle" But every day's a struggle to keep your nose clean And outta trouble I said "If it's all the same to you Letras de cancionesI'll just keep on keepin' on" Through rolled eyes he deadpanned Another one gone to beat on Wake up Cause this is your ticket to the middle class Translate To your pen and mouth what you heard Already knew in the past What's worse? Losing once again or revolution for the very first time Now forget you ever met us one drink at a time From Letras Mania