| Sittin' first class, feelin' like shit though
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| Starin' out the window with the mind of a schizo
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| Thinkin' if I jump, will I feel it when I hit the ground?
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| Fuck that, I want the crown off anybody head
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| I wouldn’t care if everybody’s dead
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| It’s why I keep the pump shotty layin' in the bed
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| Have a fuckin' sleepover with my weapons
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| My Rambo knife is eatin' nuggets with my Smith & Wesson
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| Shit, I made this out of nothin'
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| Damn, these ladies love me out in London
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| Laurenivici served the granulated onion
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| My mind is locked in a contaminated dungeon
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| Dog, what the fuck is with your mother?
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| She got one leg longer than the other
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| One eye through the shutter
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| Made the transition from weed to butter, like spring to summer
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| I nearly lost my mind
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| All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
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| Time, time
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| I nearly lost my brain
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| Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
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| So bad, I’m so glad
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| I nearly lost my mind
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| All a motherfucker got is time, time, time
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| Time, time
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| I nearly lost my brain
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| Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
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| So bad, I’m so glad
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| I nearly lost my brain
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| Dealin' with this motherfuckin' pain, so bad
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| So bad, I’m so glad |