| Far from the place that I feel that I’m more Jason
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| And some of the spaces that I’m facing better views of amazing great
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| So I pace myself and I’m patient
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| Humble and laying gracious like invasive with determination
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| But I’m frustrated
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| Cause everything is faded, am I the one to be king jaded
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| Somewhere in the mist of this shit is so beyond complicated
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| Cause life is abrasive and full of hatred
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| So my grit thick and my shit contagious
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| Amping up my expectation
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| To fast-forward to destinations
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| Choosing locations inside my mind
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| Alive and ecstatic between the situation
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| But short period of time, allowed to shine
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| Like I’m sacred they cannot take it
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| If I stop, is it back to basics
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| Persuasion in games, karma screaming in their faces
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| Making sure the world knows it’ll never replace us
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| I’m blasted, who’s asking to ride quick
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| And fuck fake love, where real homies died for this
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| I’m old school like DL status up on my wrist
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| From the days that I wrote on the papyrus
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| Now let me try just again
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| I’m tryna deal with the situation
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| And every day it gets harder for me to understand
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| Seems like I need a solution to all the problems
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| Plaguing me and taking over again
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| But I can’t see in your way
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| Cause most of your eyes are closed
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| And you’ll never see it my way
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| They’ll say I’m dead and ain’t got no soul
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| That’s bad, bad, bad, bad
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| Too bad for me and you’re probably right
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| Bad, so bad, you’ll cry for me, I’ll be fine
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| Here with the dead
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| I’m the evil incarnate, writing in cars with humanity’s vomit
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| Feeling lethargic, hiding in bars
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| Cause I no longer wanted to keep you feeling bizarre
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| Like I’m a circus performer
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| The buzzard flies from other guys that are not important
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| Cause I’m the shit that all of the maggots, they tried to board in
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| You must be snorting, I rap crammed and you egg norton’s
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| The honeymoon is over at least for the rap portion
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| Fuck the smoke, I bring the Terrordome like P. E
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| Gave me every single word that I wrote on a CD
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| I’m giving pink slips to dick lips who think this
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| It’s just some internet talk and we don’t really eat this
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| Cause all that beef shit was facetious
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| Facilitated by ignorant pieces of human faces
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| Or is it feces who deeds these hypocritical lies
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| From people wanted to beat me
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| But could never fit in my shoe size
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| Now let me try just again
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| I’m tryna deal with the situation
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| And every day it gets harder for me to understand
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| Seems like I need a solution to all the problems
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| Plaguing me and taking over again
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| But I can’t see in your way
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| Cause most of your eyes are closed
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| And you’ll never see it my way
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| They’ll say I’m dead and ain’t got no soul
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| That’s bad, bad, bad, bad
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| Too bad for me and you’re probably right
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| Bad, so bad, you’ll cry for me, I’ll be fine
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| Here with the dead
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| Here with the dead
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| Here with the dead
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| Here with the dead |