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| 311 Transistor Borders Music: Sexton; Lyrics: Martinez There are days i wanna leave LA I wanna break out the maze Escape the dark haze these days So many kids i know your feelin' crazed Craze materials thangs and makin' slave wages Baggy pockets only got laudry fluff Livin' where rich people always buyin some stuff So you try to act tough and hide what's inside Hold your head high gettin fucked up and throwin' dice As bad as yours and and bad enough i'm sure My heart wants to love but must navigate through war Cuz seein' that we're wired to short circuit Must mean the meek who will inherit the earth Already work it There's a land by the sand grab the money Plastic the life end of the century People actin fake can't see the omens Wake up yourself cause change is comin Theres a land by the sand grab the Mountain Dew Hollywood is such a place fuelin the frenzy And everybody starts to peep around corners Before they take their snapple they know thier borders In this $19.98 plus shipping and handling type nether- World everytime merchandise dips in our coffers We buy that imagine that cost of livin' uh huh The fakest shit and act cool our friends are watchin Attention shoppers check the section in your reflection Don't you feel so good does it enhance your fresh Complexion You gotta have it you got to have it x2 As the world turns and all the money we burn On the bullshit to make us happy sometimes we never learn We're self centered we think we're better We look down as a people upon our elders Theres a land buy the snapple grab the money Now let go of it cause its dissolving It created all your fears and kept you hustling Made you sever all the ties to your family |
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