Getting Dumb

Don't go dumb, we ain't that close to the bay I'm just talking about, some of the things that we say It seems we're all at war, with a sinister art They use the supermarket sales when they administer charts Now baby, be yourself, man, you don't have to check You don't have to play the songs that they got in their decks But where'd the rudeboys go, they're a band on the run They rap like turning some tricks, but they ain't havin' no fun Where'd you go, I'm always here Whatever you need, I'm always near And I know you, are losing touch And I know, you're getting dumb Shoot your TV, come on, I know you can do it I got a itchy trigger finger, I can walk you right through it Girls, they talk like Friends, in their lunch conversation Generation gap jumpers, wrapped in observations Man, I sell that rap to the Globe And Mail I'm used to sailing ships just to get those sales Man, but don't sell out, to the advert crews 30 seconds, take your song, they get it microbrewed Where'd you go, I'm always here Whatever you need, I'm always near And I know you, are losing touch And I know, you're getting dumb

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