| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Chester always movin on some samurai stealth shit
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| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Life wrote itself, we
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| Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it
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| Walking on wet ground at night it’s like space
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| So I hit a moonwalk and slide like MJ
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| Bruh I’m fire like a plate of hibachi on wednesday
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| A prodigious sensei, is Chester Watson
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| I chill at the top with a Bic flame ablaze
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| I stay hazing. |
| daily
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| People want all the secrets but it’s a wave. |
| I made
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| I’m like earthquake
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| Only 5'9 but I know I done made the earth shake. |
| stupid
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| You should’ve been worried in the first place. |
| cause now I’m about to lose it
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| Trippin splitting spliffs I’m at bottom of the prism
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| The shamans of pyramids, if you listen prolly would hear em
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| The wisdom godless, it came from the gods and I’m just mirror
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| A spirit meditating to a sky ridden with aliens
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| And if God is here is it really a God that’s saving us
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| Rockets and arms up, a popular art trust
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| Me, I’m just an agnostic, that is pocketing star dust
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| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Chester always movin on some samurai stealth shit
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| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Life wrote itself, we
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| Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it
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| Rest in Peace to Nipsey, reinvesting the wealth
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| It’s something wavy in the water, on some micro-dose L shit
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| Mind of a legend, but I’m so psychedelic
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| Not from this planet got rarity of a relic
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| From St. Louis to St. Pete
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| I ain’t you, I ain’t stupid, it ain’t free
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| No love for it, I ain’t cupid, I ain’t Jesus
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| Stay blowing loud smoke in the faint breeze
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| I need the «Air Watson"with the Virgil «es
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| I bet not having a vision prolly hurt the most
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| And when I’m with the Nü, you know the circle toast
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| Now I’m fighting off these demons while I’m purging ghosts
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| Chester, the necromancer, leader of resurgent hope
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| Lock us up for petty shit, then say we don’t deserve to vote
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| All the stereotypes gotta swerve
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| But if the realest really die then I’mma prolly be the first to go
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| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Chester always movin on some samurai stealth shit
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| Life wrote itself, we helped it
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| Life wrote itself, we
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| Are just observers in the waves like a pocket of shellfish
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it
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| Life wrote itself, we just felt it |