| Sloth mind is a mind coming from being a hero but not having one
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| You deal with so much hate, you just don’t wanna do shit, just wanna give up
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| You feel me what happens when I, when I need to fall
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| Frequencies that we can’t see, low enough to kill us all
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| Soldiers calling but I’ve fallen, can’t reach me at all
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| I think I’m going
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| AWOL
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| 'Cause every time I think I’m ahead I keep running into a wall
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| Fuck the fighting, I’ll be better off dead
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| Looking for me, I’ll be AWOL
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| I feel like can’t nobody love me when they think of getting close
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| I put up a wall, yeah
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| Fuck you I’m AWOL, I’m going AWOL, yeah
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| I ain’t read what’s online nowadays
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| Too dead to go live nowadays
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| Huge bed and my couch, I’ll stay
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| Gun to my head before I about face
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| A new edge in which I now take
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| A few steps and I dive down, wait
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| I soon slept for my wind-down phase
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| Into death before I shall wake
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| It’s hard to be a hero when we’re grown men
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| Can’t find in me loving we need a hero win
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| To fight for us, she won’t win, my evil twin
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| Is shooting up now like heroine
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| And I be tryna push the needle in
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| I get to recording, I’m an addict to seeing people win
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| But the fact I’m benign feeling below ten
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| Celsius, it’s ridiculous like Steelo Brim
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| Sick in water like I’m sipping on Pinot Grigio and
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| I be so into help you, me no can do
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| Feed on them, the good vibes I’ma throw a feast on them
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| It won’t even let my ego win
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| They watching TV, they be asking did the Eagles win?
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| They call me emo like they ain’t heard of emotions
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| They really wanna see me lose it, hoping T don’t win
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| And ease L’s in my life, Deebo friend
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| Messed up how the crowd changed
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| It was all love before the Strange soundstage
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| Day one fans love gone, now hate
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| And everything I upload they gon' downplay
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| But nowadays everybody wanna talk like they got something to say but nothing
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| comes out when they move they lips
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| Because I got 'em on mute and I don’t wanna hear the foolishness,
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| I’m leaving and I’m going
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| AWOL
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| 'Cause every time I think I’m ahead I keep running into a wall
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| Fuck the fighting, I’ll be better off dead
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| Looking for me, I’ll be AWOL
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| I feel like can’t nobody love me when they think of getting close
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| I put up a wall, yeah
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| Fuck you I’m AWOL, I’m going AWOL, yeah
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| I told the nurse I feel dead but alive
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| And that’s what I really need a paradox for
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| I tried to be more like Martin
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| A King no ear to fix the wick terror bombs or
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| When the Damu’s see you try to be positive and laugh like
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| The fuck you being Farrakhan for
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| Oh wait the show’s supporting
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| Do you die in front of everything you built like The Marathon store
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| Now they wanna hashtag TMC
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| I’m 'bout to ash this bud while I help promote BnB
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| No air, they don’t really wanna see him breathe
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| It shocks me like an EMP that peeps indeed
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| Want you to blow first like TNT
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| On television networks or TMZ
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| On the net those subjugate, BMT
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| But we all we got bruh, C and B
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| Motherfuckers refusing to see the king in me
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| My head I been put a crown on, the CNT
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| No Ls like would you freaking sing, to learners in doubt
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| We don’t need Oprah to see that we went free
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| I’m a hero like Batman
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| Your Ford’ll look a lot like Wayne’s when you choose to be indie
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| But sometimes I wanna take this cape off
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| And be a villain that caps’ll get peeled, Michael-Keegan, Key
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| The frequency I’m on couldn’t be in key
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| Would y’all know that on gang, homie B and C
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| The wave link I surf, they hope deep it sinks
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| 'Cause I wash my hands with 'em, we can’t be in sync
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| So cry me a river like J.T. |
| and C
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| You want supplement my growth? |
| GNC
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| I might be back later homie, we can see
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| But right now I’m yelling peace indeed
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| The king must leave, I’m
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| AWOL
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| 'Cause every time I think I’m ahead I keep running into a wall
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| Fuck the fighting, I’ll be better off dead
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| Looking for me, I’ll be AWOL
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| I feel like can’t nobody love me when they think of getting close
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| I put up a wall
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| Fuck you I’m AWOL, I’m going AWOL yeah
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| Frequencies that we can’t see, low enough to kill us all
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| Soldiers calling but I’ve fallen, can’t reach me at all
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| Frequencies that we can’t see, low enough to kill us all
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| Soldiers calling but I’ve fallen, can’t reach me at all |