The Rubble

You killed big foot, on your neighbourhood, with a blinded shoot
Cuban cigars, with Italian cars, while you golf in mars

So rare... Not fair... Wait there...
I don't believe it, I don't need to try, I'm at the limit
I don't believe it, even if you lie
You don't need excuses, you are a walkin' alibi

You've got big friends and really big plans, I'm your biggest fan
Don't need to be brave, don't need to cry, stop with the bedtales

So rare... Not fair... Wait there...

I don't believe it, I don't need to try, I'm at the limit
I don't believe it, even if you lie
You don't need excuses, you are a walkin' alibi

Just to many pieces in the rubble...

I don't believe it, I don't need to try, I'm at the limit
I don't believe it, even if you lie
You don't need excuses, you are a walkin' alibi
Walkin' alibi, walkin' alibi...



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