Welcome To The Fold de Filter

You take my money
You think you're great
You think its funny
I hate your face
Yeah
You got your Jesus
And I got my space
You got your reasons
And I got my case

You just gotta sit yourself down
To contemplate
You get yourself a nice cold beer
And drink yourself away
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay
You're celebrating nothing
And you feel a-okay

You think you're precious
And I think your shit
And I'd kill your father
Destroy his fear
Ohhhh nothing will ever
Destroy your greed

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Now when you break yourself down
And go to this place
You give yourself the reason
To get off your case
And when you break it down yeah
And see through this shit
You give yourself the reason
To live through this
Break down

Mama give me my medicine (3)