| Lately I been distant
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| Head up in the clouds so resistant
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| Finding it hard to relax
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| I been up in my seat steady twitchin to the
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| Tick tock tick of the clock
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| Need to clear my head run round the block
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| Stay persistent, cause I know I gotta be consistent
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| Had the vision gotta bring it to fruition
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| Musician? |
| How you gon make it? |
| You never listen
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| I hear that every day in my head but I’m still committed
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| Ima hit it like a stingray to stevies chest and leave a hole in the hearts of
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| many
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| Feed the masses all a piece of my soul while these motherfuckers act and win an
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| emmy
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| I been working every day with my team
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| Blood sweat tears for the dream and the blessings plenty
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| But sometimes I feel like I’m cursed with my body in a hearse, quick I need a
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| nurse
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| Had a bad dream like the other day
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| In front of the crowd standing on the stage
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| All white masks up on all their faces
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| Spit my heart and soul but they avert their gazes
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| I don’t want much but an ear to listen
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| Lend it and I swear I’ll snap necks, turns the crowd to crimson |
| When I turn heads, it’s written
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| Lucid worldwide that’s the fuckin vision like
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| Take the world by storm, Hurricane Katrina
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| Hit them with wisdom God level Athena
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| Unconventional like no Geneva
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| Ima stimulate the senses call me sativa
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| Keep on talking all your shit and you can catch these motherfuckin hands like
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| you a wide receiver
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| Eat these pussies up like Rice
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| Call up Jerry Ess to clean up, that’s procedure
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| Had a bad dream like the other day
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| In front of the crowd standing on the stage
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| All white masks up on all their faces
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| Spit my heart and soul but they avert their gazes
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| I don’t want much but an ear to listen
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| Lend it and I swear I’ll snap necks, turns the crowd to crimson
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| When I turn heads, it’s written
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| Lucid worldwide that’s the fuckin vision like |