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Trained to follow, our lives are hollow
Straight and narrow, confined and shallow
Stop and take a look in the mirror that s you my friend the uniform displays your fears
When you don t even agree with half the shit they say, will you be a fucking sheep and follow suit anyway?
We hid behind our frames, why am I so strange
To wear our hearts on our sleeves
Try to undress your formalities and rip your souls from the silence within yourself Acknowledge we re living in some seperate reality because the poison was implanted under your skin
Stop this is wrong, I have eyes, I can see, the image is burning me
Don t trust the system that has raised you, form infant souls to the pinnacles of society
We re so proud of our tastes but the waste is what s bringing me down
Stop this is wrong, I have eyes, I can see, the end in front of me
Cause there s always something that manages to explain
There s always something so let s redirect the blame
When the words mean nothing they re only getting in the way
I m ashamed
And afraid to use our minds, paid to hide our eyes
Stop and take a look in the mirror, that s you my friend the uniform confirms my fears
When you don t even agree with half the shit they say will you be a fucking sheep and follow suit anyway?

Shizzle!
Siddung pon mi name a labba labba (Fuck Off now!!!)
Mon mi haffi tell yuh bout yuh modda (Fuck off now!!)
Siddung pon mi name a labba labba (Fuck Off now!!!)
Mon mi haffi tell yuh hey!!!

[Chorus:]
Mi deh behind enemy...

Sexy
Boy
Sexy Boy
Sexy Boy
Sexy Boy
Sexy Boy

RAP (Lil Fizz)
Oh
I m a sexy boy
With fly whips & toys
For five hundred
Knowing hard type
Sayin oh boy
Lookin sick...

I weave with brightly colored strings
To keep my mind off other things
So, ladies, let your fingers
Dance
And keep your hands out of romance
Lovely witches
Let the stitches
Keep your fingers under
Control
Cut the thread, but leave...

Excuse me baby...
I d just rather be sincere
Cause there ain t no guy like me
That can give you what you need

Did ya like my 6-4 Impala?
Always on my mind
Take a trip up to the Bahamas
With ya by my side
Cause I know you...

Back of the boat was painted wrecking ball
There was country music playing but he don’t like it all
(?)
There was whiskey bottle spilling and a lake it was made of salt

Well look out back there was a note on the door it saying, “Everybody listen we will be the next on...