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My overmeasure, guidance under Pressure. You were my home. Oh, now I feel the prison calling from the Quicksand. Whoa, whoa. Let Me tell you about the time I walked into A bus ride. Fuckers took my hard drive. We got held up ages before I could make It. And my car was towed away the day before That. Course I couldn't afford that. Which led me to this bus ride, Where now I got my hands tied. My overmeasure, guidance under Pressure. You were my home. Oh, now I feel the prison Calling from the quicksand. Whoa, whoa. It's in the moment, don't fit the timing now. Or the context in 'em up the wall. I'm only leaning on what I felt last time. It's not what I wanted. Don't feel the weight on you. Or the hold I learned from mine. I wouldn't burn alive for nothing, my, My.