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Whatchya got, whatchya need in a battle of what could be
Whatchya want, whatchya see can be a letdown and never be
Tried a hundred, taste a thousand still a song remains the same
Dust it off, push it out bet you just cant help yourself

I've got a new sensation for you
Do you gotta new sensation for me
Feel the licks, the shooting pain just enough to drive you insane

Down in the city, where the talk is cheap
Got no monies and just cant sleep
Bad luck story coming every time
Trashman's a saint selling a crime
I don't need it

Street corner preacher pushing a dime
Lost in the fire trying to get ya higher