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i ve got nothing up my sleeve
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, your independence is a half ass deliverance, you got the nerve to say i m guilty
Well regardless of the truth, in the face of a judge jury
your independence is a half ass deliverance
Tell me what you re seeing, if you feel like a riot
what is a wasp without her sting
Can you sting me, in the face of a judge jury
In the face of a judge jury, no need for heroics i just want you to show me
Living ain t so easy, courtesy of your mother Me, i believe it s subjective
It s everyone s sacrifice, this submission is a tired tradition
What is a wasp without her sting, well believe you me, tell me what you re seeing
Well regardless of the truth, now s the time to shine, put your good foot forward
In recognition of the same old condition, no need for heroics i just want you to show me
I believe it s subjective, what is a wasp without her sting, i got one question
I don t want to sound bitter, i don t want to sound bitter
Put your good foot forward, in recognition of the same old condition, look at what money can buy
Come on my sweet little thing, living ain t so easy, your train left the station
your symptoms showing through
Can you sting me, well believe you me Crowes, i believe it s subjective
Then don t you deny it, well regardless of the truth
Your independence is a half ass deliverance, your independence is a half ass deliverance Sting, your symptoms showing through
Put your good foot forward, what new things can you show me today
i don t want to sound bitter
This submission is a tired tradition, your independence is a half ass deliverance
i believe it s subjective
Look at what money can buy, what new things can you show me today
I believe it s subjective, it s everyone s sacrifice, you still act so aloof
i got one question
your independence is a half ass deliverance
You still act so aloof, i got one question, look at what money can buy
put your good foot forward
In recognition of the same old condition, well can you sting me
right on through my bones
in recognition of the same old condition
Look at what money can buy, i ve got nothing up my sleeve Black, it s everyone s sacrifice
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, the signs reads welcome to the valley of discovery
Right on through my bones, i ve got nothing up my sleeve
i believe it s subjective
I believe it s subjective, i got one question
right on through my bones
Can you sting me, i ve got nothing up my sleeve
I got one question, courtesy of your mother Black, when all i want from you is to sting me
Put your good foot forward, except a heart and a chip on my shoulder Crowes, this submission is a tired tradition
this submission is a tired tradition
i believe it s subjective
In the face of a judge jury, come on my sweet little thing
can you sting me
No need for heroics i just want you to show me, can you sting me, right on through my bones
Now s the time to shine, this submission is a tired tradition
What new things can you show me today, you got the nerve to say i m guilty The, your independence is a half ass deliverance