| I been living alone…
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| All up in own world… now
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| Snow keep falling
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| I ain’t never fall. |
| down
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| But if they do, go and pick you back up
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| Cause I ain’t never need a world that lack love
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| Feeling this poem
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| Up in the back… ground
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| I ain’t even grown
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| Gon' hear the past… sound
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| But if I leave, I ain’t never back up
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| Flying through the sea that proceeds that buzz
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| (whoa)
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| So what they be saying?
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| Know that they hiding by keyboards
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| And faking personas and tasting the sodas
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| You know the ebola was back in this villian
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| Yea homie you holding this acronym chilling
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| Yea, What it was?
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| So what they be saying?
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| Know that they ain’t saying shit
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| To a nigga who’s all in the passionate wish
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| To the internet, callling
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| I pass the occasion
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| Dividing the moments is accurate waiting
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| To modern & potent & abstinent statements
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| Yea, What it was?
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| (Although)
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| Homies they asking the questions
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| I reckon I molded an active reflection
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| To find the involvement is accurate
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| Message is short for rejection it’s happening next to you
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| What a dub…
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| (I grow) |
| I just been seeing the mountains of movements
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| That homies are making
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| I scout the improvement
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| The obvious taking
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| A positive groove
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| It’s alluding
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| To moments
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| I’m having
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| But what it was
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| «think I might do that»
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| It never was nothing
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| I’m fleeing the moments
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| Begin with your cousin
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| And lead to the ocean
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| That handed your hunting
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| Im filling your cupboard
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| With more than assumptions
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| It never was nothing
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| I’m calling your card
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| And I note that your bluffing
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| To see what they saying
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| Is more than a function
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| I feed and imagine
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| I’m all in your oven
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| I’m
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| Living alone…
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| All up in own world… now
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| Snow keep falling
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| I ain’t never fall down
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| But they do, go and pick you back up
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| Cause I ain’t never need a world that lack love
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| Feeling this poem
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| Up in the background
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| I ain’t even grown
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| Gone hear the past sound
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| But if I leave, I ain’t never back up
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| Flying through the sea that proceeds that buzz
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| So what they be saying?
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| So what they be saying? |
| (high-pitch)
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| So what they be saying?
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| Know that my nigga named Dan he produced it |
| These kicks they coming in crazy and stupid
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| I know that you’re parents ain’t proud of you
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| What a dub… |