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Yes, I suppose the highs and lows will make you grow
But no one knows
How we supposed to even grow
When all we know is grab and go
I put the key inside the lock to make it stop
They called the cops
I'm on the block
I put the key inside the lock
And now the opps is on the watch
Everybody want something special, yeah yeah
Everybody fucking with my mental
Everybody thinking I'm special
But I don't really feel special
I been too good to ya
You been on my mind
Cuz you a different kind
I should probably say how I feel
Maybe if I write another line
I'll soon realize that you never knew real
These dudes is sick and twisted
Sick, sadistic, in a prison, I would visit
These dudes is sick and twisted
In the end we all imprisoned
Everybody want something special, yeah yeah
Everybody fucking with my mental
Everybody thinking I'm special
But I don't really feel special
Everybody want something special, yeah yeah
Everybody fucking with my mental
Everybody thinking I'm special
Maybe I'm really fucking mental