Buttons

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Yeah
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There's no answer and you call twice
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Nobody be at my house
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I was at the studio all night
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Last night I slept on the couch
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I might,    wake up, do it all again
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There's a world going crazy outside
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But let's pretend that it's alright
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We keep pretending that it's alright

Yeah, alright
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Days get mixed up, schedules get switched up
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Can't be in two places at once
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So, I take a hit of the spliff that I lit up
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And forget I had to be anywhere at all
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Goddamn how the mighty will fall, they wanna see me gone
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But I'm here in spite of it all, I never play along
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     You can keep the fear and self pity
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I'd rather tell you who I am really, yeah
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     This is not a wakeup call
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I'm not the hotel operator, I don't owe nobody favors
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I don't know how the fuck I've been around so long
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Busy as an escalator in a crowded mall (uh-huh)
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It's  like, every year I realize my house too small
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Get paid, upgrade, two cribs, new maids, more flights, flew planes
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Live out my suitcase, lose days like loose change
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I swear my life is on Blu-ray
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Welcome to doomsday, the world needs a hero
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And I am your Bruce Wayne, kind of like Luke Cage
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(Well, well, well, well, well) You keep on running
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We keep on pushing your buttons

            F#m             A
There's no answer and you call twice
F#m    E         F#m    A F#m
Nobody be at my house
E              F#m   A
I was at the studio all night
F#m            E            F#m A  F#m
Last night I slept on the couch
E       F#m  A       F#m
I might,    wake up, do it all again
E           F#m        A       F#m
There's a world going crazy outside
           E                   F#m   A
But let's pretend that it's alright
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We keep pretending that it's alright

N.C.
I run around with open scissors, they taking pictures
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I could lose my head, they grow instead,    gets only bigger
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I put one foot in front of the other, I never settle
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Waste your time with water and wine, I'm turning liquid to metals
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Still the same dude that used to never be sure
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When I was way more insecure, and I'd feel better before
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No umbrellas never could weather the storm
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No sympathy for the devil, too busy building a temple
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I am looking beyond, leaving them looking
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Hottest to grill, I'm putting them on when I be cooking
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Shit, I keep on running if I have to
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Medusa never turned me to a statue, no
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     I keep it moving, but keep it low
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You can do your thing, shit, to each their own (yep, yep, yep)
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       But you better do something
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We keep on pushing your buttons

            F#m             A
There's no answer and you call twice
F#m    E         F#m    A F#m
Nobody be at my house
E              F#m   A
I was at the studio all night
F#m            E            F#m A  F#m
Last night I slept on the couch
E       F#m  A       F#m
I might,    wake up, do it all again
E           F#m        A       F#m
There's a world going crazy outside
           E                   F#m   A
But let's pretend that it's alright
F#m       E                    F#m   A F#m E
We keep pretending that it's alright

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