Master Of My Craft
Lyrics
I got a gold medal record time, gold record, diamond mine
Name in print, tongue, t-shirts and minds
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A minute of your time?
Forget about it
I didn't come here to dream or teach the world things,
Define paradigms, or curate no livin' days,
With high thread counts and staircases high.
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A minute of your time?
Forget about it
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A minute of your time?
Forget about it
People die I don't care, you should see the wall of ambivalence I'm building
I got no love for the living
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A minute of your time?
Forget about it
Death to all false profits around here we praise a dollar you f*ckin' hippie
Wanna walk around in my shoes and then tell me how it feels
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A minute of your time?
Forget about it
From the hands of my mother, said I'm master of my craft
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A minute of your time?
Ya know Socrates died in the f*ckin' gutter!
Writer(s): ANDREW CHRISTOPHER SAVAGE, AUSTIN BROWN, MAX SAVAGE, SEAN YEATON
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
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