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I know you want me to be that type of dudeAnd I want to be who you'd like me toBut we both know, I can't do nothin' at allYou say there's no use in walkin' outAnd I say there's just what I'm talkin' 'bout'Cause we both know I can't do nothin' at allWe do our thing, sonSome will spend a lifetime trying to find a reasonWe do our thing, sonWar takes prisoners and I aint trynna be oneWe do our thingNo apologies, no complaints and no refundsIt's mad work to be doneThey may say I'm just a dreamerWell at least I'm thinkin' while I'm sleepin''Cause the last thing I can do is nothin' at allThey may say we'll never win against 'emI say fuck you and your cynicismAs for me, I can't do nothin' at allMy past plagued by a plethora of regretsSongtexteIn my agonist age I'm a questioner of preceptsIf we left the staff in place to blaze the path then, uhThe shackles stay and bind the sequitur to each stepThe chain, boss, be an irritant to contactI'm trained not to be a militant of combatUpon that, frame the shot - pop and aimSayin' the game's soft be the will of him who want that?YO? said to be the idiom of paltryYeah, the broke fed upon the brilliance of bawdryLauded be, see folks spread - ahead go nowThe quote read by the billions, so pardon meThe tag ?sham? is but a negligent critiqueWhile some had a chance others fester in the diseaseThe kid needs to pack the jam, man I get at y'allGoddamn he's pressin' it, best believeYou can call me anything you'd likeAnd I will call you when it's time to strike'Cause we both know I can't do nothin' at allWe may not be in agreement nowBut we have got to try and work it out'Cause we both know we can't do nothin' at allWe do our thing, sonLong as you do yours, land here become fecundWe do our thing, sonThrough the act we attract two, hope to reach oneWe do our thingSome'll paint a piece, some'll spray with a machine gunIt's mad work to be done Aus Songtexte Mania