| Yeah
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| Look
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| He didn’t believe in presidents, all he cared for was dividends
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| Ain’t no tellin' what felons will ever do for benjamins
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| Guns the size of my leg, pull up, tear off your ligaments
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| Stay with 4 girls at a time, modern polygamists
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| Got a sickness, penicillin isn’t equipped for this
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| And my pen is filled up with syphilis, you’ll never get this sick
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| I’m so meticulous, the flow ridiculous
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| My soul ambigenous, my road is infinite, hold up
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| Had it bad for real, I’m back from Hell
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| Mackin' in my black Chevelle and I don’t need a strap for real
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| That’s why they mad as hell, and pussy too
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| That’s why I’m packin' Vagisil, it’s just for you
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| And you ain’t even half as real as half the shit they put me through, it’s cool
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| I crack the seal, it’s Actavis, a bag of pills
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| A batch will have you crashin', Jesus grab the wheel, hold it still
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| I start the engine, lost my motor skills
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| Candy coat and rain in my cup, shit hit my soul for real
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| I think I’m rollin' still, I roll to kill, and I forgot how sober feels
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| I know your writer fam, he shoulda wrote your will
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| I’m under pressure, uh, that’s why it’s overkill
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| You know the deal, uh uh, you know the deal
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| 4 in the morning, and you’re still callin'
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| No matter how far I try to go, I keep on fallin'
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| Now it’s 5 in the morning, and I’m still callin'
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| No matter how far I try to go, I feel so lost here on this road
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| And I’m all alone, I’m all alone
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| I’m all alone, I’m all alone
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| I’m all alone, I’m all alone
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| I’m on my own, on my own, yeah |