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when you see me
Instead of acting like you got blindsided by the fact that I'm human
The good, the bad, and the ugly
Just know that you're looking

in your days cause you're chasing a hit
Lost up in your ways cause you're chasing a bitch
I know dudes like you, wasteful as fuck
Fucking despise you,

sophisticated
Always be opinionated
Wait until you die
If you're here don't appreciate it

To these kids, imma super hero on tv
To  labels, just another product

She's an African queen see the melanin
She no sell her soul for no Benjamins
Like she out a magazine
Pilot Queen
Flys me places I aint never been

[and]
Entitled [no]
'Fraid you got the wrong girl
Cause you're special [ooo]
So special [oh]
You're a goddamn American Treasure
Oh what a shame your

Bong Tokin' Alcoholics

Kottonmouth Kings

Greatest Highs

2008

phone. 
"What's up, Saint? Man, I'm stoned alone
By the way I got the freaks on point
Call up the krew, hook it up. Lata." 
I hung up with X and gave

On Being a Bastard

Coalesce

Functioning on Impatience

1998

The first to change your name to push more
product. We finally got it back from the clutches of
absurdity. And our bond is measured by nothing. No
books,

me
Get the fuck back
No half measures
Get the fuck back
From me

And you might just see
The product you’ve started to be
Artificial on skin
Rotten

How to Get Your Band on Television

Chumbawamba

First 2 LP's

1991

Product sells, people die 
Same manipulation wrapped in lies 
Give a little money and play your rock and roll 
The biggest prizes to the biggest

babysit your poor choices that you do, I
Try to comprehend because we're going for a ride
With the 3rd Street Saints because they're all a vibe
Level up

Outlaw, road runner dirty with no licenses
Shallow bitch, you get money too, then you're her type
Gambling, type to risk it all and throw the dice in

(Yea/I'm an O.g/L.A till i die/I'm a rep my shit like Kobe/Bad bitch And a  blunt /with  a O.E/Foe five by my side like a homie/Fuck with the bull

and these are facts
I won't be chilling at your function if there ain't no fees attached
Don't put nothing over money boy, we don't
Yeah, DeSaint

The secret spots engraved, 
so long 
You hide yourself 
in undertow, 
for you're gone 
You masquerade, 
your saints 
How will I survive, survive,

Dysfunctional

Big Scoob

The Box Set

2009

me to attack
I'm a beast, better give me the deuces
I have no tolerance for nonsense, get away from me
Me wanna get dollars
Don't wanna holler but

as though,  
 all you had to do is go. 
 Goes to show, 
 Life's not always 'bout the facts you know. 
  
 Always knew, you were no saint 
 But what will you do

keep me do-ow-own
No-one can keep me do-ow-ow-ow-own
I got it myself, myself, wow-ow-ow
Now you're scratching you head like how-how-how-how-how
Used

love just know you're reaching
I'm a product of myself noone could teach him
Cuz when you down in the dirt, everyone they stop believing
You gotta watch

was gathered
The fruits tasted sweet
The sacrifice has been made
For the will and the need

As the smoke clears and the end nears
You´re amazed by

the one by the way you're riding
But you're the first to go hide when there's lightning
I wanna smell my flowers
'Fore the clock strikes my hour
All gas, no

the drumming
Has to be a change a-coming
And I ain't no holy preacher
So I ain't no saint
But I do know right from wrong
And I know your game

You're all talk

cll these memories distorted, confused, unaborted
You're discarding
cs a product of circumstance granted existence
Bestowed to me
Give me closure

stimulation
The Lack of conversation
Is making you feel alone

You’re no 
Exception
You’re no saint
Keep on dreaming
Tempting fate

Even living 
In the past 
Is

(Mr.Reason) 
How many voices are telling you *to choose among many ways? 
But now you're scared, crying like a baby 
while they steal your life 
There is no