| Ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh-ooh, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh
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| Tell me who to trust when I’m always out here livin'?
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| I just do it for the rush, I don’t even need it
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| If you backstab me, I will always see it comin'
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| Bustin' through this, hundred miles and I’m runnin', my man
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| All the shit on my conscious (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
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| Drivin' down to Tijuana, got the plug out in (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
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| I’ve been layin' low in London
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| Got too much, I don’t wanna lose
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| These days I never know, oh
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| Tinted all black, move like Zorro
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| Preyin' on me, I pray for their soul
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| Seein' through the blindfolds like Zorro
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| Close my eyes when I fuck around, I see the vision
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| I’m so locked in, I don’t know what I’m missin'
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| No tengo sentimiento mas, I ain’t got no more feelings
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| , so now I’m choppin' up the ceiling, feelings
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| Cartiers while I’m grieving (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
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| See myslf in my demons
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| Designer covr my killers (Ooh-ooh, ooh)
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| Took a while I’m peakin'
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| Lookin' at life with no rearview |