| «I was asking you whether there is pressure to live up to the image you’ve
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| created»
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| «Well there certainly is and you’ve been putting on me all week»
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| Yeah playa, yeah playa, all my teeth gold
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| Damn playa, damn playa, I still can’t sleep though
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| Yeah playa, yeah playa, I be that sheep eater
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| Wolf creeper but disguised as the grim reaper
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| Sad playa, sad playa, I be that sad playa
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| Damn playa, damn playa, thought you was money making
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| Yeah playa, yeah playa, don’t change that, I’m forsaken
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| Grey playa, third razor, laugh at you bitches hating
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| Yeah playa, yeah playa, my pupils dilating
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| Dope shot up in my veins, I’m feeling nauseated
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| Law breaker, law breaker, I’m trying to feel alive
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| Make sure my teeth gold when I’m filled up with formaldehyde, $uicide
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| Used to be called a bunch of things before they called me Snow Leopard
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| I froze up and shivered off the shards of cold weather with no effort
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| Leather belt around my throat feels so better than the rope I had before
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| The results are the same, but now I’m comfy when I go
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| I got hoes that burn their wrist with the blunt they rolled for me
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| And now I’m always stoned, always home alone
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| In the back of the Benz, I got my squad I know
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| But I only see them on the road
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| And the rest I know just wanna use you (They always wanna use you)
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| Snakes in my face, yeah, I think I’m Medusa
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| Polo pajamas with the pockets ripped, the red, white and blue ones
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| That’s why I’m always losing money but don’t let that confuse you
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| 'Cause now I got a mouth full of gold, but baby I’m still a loser |