| I don’t even wanna say it 'less it got truth inside
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| I don’t even wanna pray unless I see hoop inside
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| Who survived, who’s alive after chasing the suicide
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| Pay and get lucified, for the game I get crucified
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| Do or die, do or die, you won’t fuck with the newer guy
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| Too easy to deny, fuck it, I got the new supply
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| Super bazooka from my computer into her thing
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| I made a future through my computer, no suit and tie
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| Killing your ego, put the nail in the coffin
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| You don’t care 'bout the people, you just care 'bout the profits
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| And I want that for me though, like a pair of garages
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| And broads that can match with the cars and the process
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| Applause for every future menage, fuck the losses
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| And god, I need a beautiful broad from my conscience
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| Oh lord, I survived, all the hate, 'til applause
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| When it get real, feeling myself, feeling myself
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| I been in my bag, feeling your hell
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| It’s feeling all sad, really inhale
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| I been in my bag
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| Lone rangers
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| Don’t blame us
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| And lone roamers
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| I’m cold as stone and
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| I’m growing on and
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| Loners
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| Loners
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| MIA
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| I been MIA
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| Loners |