Original lyrics

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Gotta fucking Gotta Gotta face the music, man Gotta face the music It's such a bum out and I already know All my friends are gonna be there, but I do not wanna go Now it's building, building, building, up in, up in me tonight So I roll a hundred cigarettes before I go inside And I take a thousand hits so I don't make it too far I hear my LBDub CD still playin' in my car I'm such a bum out, so believe me when I say it As I fall asleep on the pavement Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 Sneakin' out late, I am a secret tweaker If you don't like your old lady, then leave her Yeah, you should leave her before she leaves ya You are a bum out and it's nice to meet ya One brick, two brick, three bricks, fire Then I hit it with the torch, I dunno why Just gimme da, gimme da, gimme da, gimme da microphone And tell your boy to turn that bass up just as loud as it can go Ooh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 Oh, you mean nothing to my mind Huh, 247-369 Uh, uh, uh, go! Nothing, ooh, nothing To my mind, mind, mind, mind, to my mind Mind, getting mine, mine in my mind Nothing left Nothing left There's nothing left There's nothing fucking left, man Mother fucker Yo, some mf put these annotations, and I can't remove them 1 2 3