| I’ve been fuckin' busy, I’ve been busy fuckin'
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| I’ve been all kinds of busy, or sorta kinda busy
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| Like shorty is we fuckin'? |
| Well if not then fuck it
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| Apologies to the fam, we thought we ducked 'em
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| Said I was in a rush but I was busy rushin'
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| It’s busy shit, busy that, busy this
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| And I need a minute (Hold on)
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| See this what that voice in your head says
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| When you try to get peace of mind
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (Ooh, going to find)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (I'm going to find)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (Yeah)
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| Spendin' time spinnin' out toward a desire that wasn’t pure
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| Born before the virus was cured, pitch perfect, violins on the floor
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| Fast forward, linings on my skull
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| This the type of design I could afford
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| Fast forward, bands out
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| Got they hands out like they acknowledgin' the Führer
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| I rewind, Nas track 6, rewind dance crazes
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| Read my mind, freed my mind, feed my mind, makes sense
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| Just like mirrors on the wall, just like sittin' on me
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| Raw in mirrors seen it all, could make two, a piece of mind
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| Flickin' ash, pourin' a half, don’t pour in a glass
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| Pour it in foam, this white got eggshells in my omelet
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| My earlobes, they yellow like the yolk is runnin'
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| Brain on drugs, I still ain’t got no peace of mind, fuck
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| Woof, woof—dogs in the place, loose tooth—lost in the fray
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| Roof lost on the Wraith, roof lost on the way
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| Freeway, no Rozay, brute force, Brüt champagne
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| Tell the front desk to cut new keys
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| Reserved in the Mercer for two years, in two suites
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| Took out the bed like it’s fuck sleep
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| I’ll smack a bitch like it’s hot hands
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| Fired the label like fuck brands
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| Comfortable low nigga, fuck Xans
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| Comfortable slow, who the fuck ran
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| Nothin' is sweet, nothin' in tank sweet, it’s just a tank P
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| Salt on a slug, soda on slugged teeth, chewing on nothing
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| You’re tweakin' or somethin', you’re reachin' for somethin'
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| You’re speakin', speak up then, you’re thinkin', you’re overthinkin'
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| One blink and I’m pre-cummin'
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| That could turn every no one into someone
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (Ohh, do do, do do, oh)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (Oh, oh)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (Oh, oh)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (You make my desire pure)
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| «I gotta find peace of mind» (You make my desire pure)
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| I just need peace of mind for my purity
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| «You make my desire pure, just tell me»
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| «You make my desire pure, just tell me»
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| Memories burn the roaches
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| Cheer Hennessy for my old heads
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| Amphetamines for the dosage
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| Keepin' me up and focused
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| Jewelry cloth, my gold caps
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| NY throwback like the old Fab
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| «I'm undone because»
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| Lost in the Google Maps in your iMac, think my phone tapped
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| Hold up, hold that (Hold on, my nigga, hold that—) thought
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| Nigga, pour up soda, nigga, hold that cough, tryna hold back
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| The call had dropped when the FaceTime paused, don’t call back
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| Can’t cope when your heart broke
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| Soft-spoken, roll somethin', cop somethin', Narco
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| Saint like Joan of Arc, bro, ring barcode
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| Two of everything, should have been to blame when Noah’s Ark broke
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| Two more drinks of everything before the bar closed
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| Face-to-face with my demons at a barstool
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| Haven’t checked on my niece in weeks
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| Months past and months in between since me and my sister would speak
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| Not a call or visit in weeks
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| Lost nothin' since September
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| Last seen her September '16
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| Man it feels like
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| «I'm undone because»
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| Lose someone every release, it feels like the curse is in me (A$AP)
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| Press is gone and I grief, I share with you my peace
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| «I'm undone because—»
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| «I'm undone because—» |