The TV's on, the woman's blonde
She talks and talks of how the rich are wrong
They cheat on wives, never pay the price
I'm a low-class guy, that sounds pretty nice
Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk
Cus they got methods of keeping you clean
They're gonna rip up your heads
Your aspirations to shreds
Another cog in the murder machine
Do you have the time to listen to me whine
About nothing and everything all at once
I am one of those melodramatic fools
Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it
Sometimes I give myself the creeps
Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me
It all keeps adding up
I think I'm cracking up
Am I just paranoid or am I just stoned?
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
Everywhere we go-oh, people wanna know-oh
Who we are, so we tell them
This is D-Block, mighty mighty D-Block
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