It wears on my patience when I talk to those deejays At the corporation station they slather on false praise Even though Im slow I know no radio will give my record spins Lean on me all you want to, Ill break before I bend Way up in those ivory towers with gold records on the walls All the big wigs got the power but they aint got the balls The desk bound clowns that run this town Have watered down the sound just like their gin Lean on me all you want to, Ill break before I bend Hell yeah Id love to make it but I suck at playing games Id rather starve than fake it for a little taste of fame Its wrong to be a doggone pawn singing songs that make You yawn for payments on a long mercedes benz Lean on me all you want to, Ill break before I bend
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