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Nowhere But Up[Bliss:]We Aint From Life In The Gutter, So They Dont Feel Our Stuff What You Like To Be Stubborn? What We Aint Real Enough Cuz We White From The Suburbs And We Write From A Brother's Raw And Uncut Emotionblazin' A Mic In The Cupboard You Motherfuckers Make Me Laugh With That Ridiculous Shit Who Brings It Like Nick-Ity-Split, As Wicked At This? See These Ballers See A White Boy, Star Kiddin' N Laugh But Im Like Billy Hoyle Hustlin' Sidney For Cash And You Just Talkin Loud, You An Imposter Clown Where'd You Pick Your Style Up? The Fuckin' Lost And Found Gosh It Sounds Like Youwashed It Down And Sprinkled It With Sugar Just To Get Your Little Career Off The Ground |