| Spin the block till you nauseous
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| Spin the block till you car sick
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| Sick of being cautious
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| Sleeping with a martian
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| Still can’t walk up in my crib without a charger
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| I woke up and we was dying from the cartridge
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| I was drowning just to try and make it farther
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| Lost 100 times tryna be an artist
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| Feeling small but the doctor say he taller
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| I been getting high since they used to mark it
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| With the pencil, feel like garbage
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| I can’t think about it long, it’s alarming
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| Ain’t a damn thing I ain’t got my arm in
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| Keep my eyes to the floor but it’s charming
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| All this pressure on me feeling like a harness
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| Pull me back to keep from heaving on the carpet
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| Put me back motherfucker I just started
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| Know they smell it all the sharks in a frenzy
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| Blood in the water tryna end me
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| I hate it when they swim past me friendly
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| I hate it when they rip at my belly
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| I hate it when they grin, boy don’t tempt me
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| I come for your neck if they send me
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| Tear down 95 off the bennies
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| Spin the block till you nauseous
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| Spin the block till you car sick
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| Sick of being cautious
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| Sleeping with a martian
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| Still can’t walk up in my crib without a charger
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| I woke up and we was dying from the cartridge
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| I was drowning just to try and make it farther
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| Lost 100 times tryna be an artist
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| Oh my god, mami ven pa ca
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| Si tu te vas, me voy a matar
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| You too hot, yeah you all I got
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| Sike nah, you really thought
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| Imma take my time, if I’m on the clock
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| Can’t come to my block, no puedes visitar
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| I took this really far, I still ain’t seeing stars
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| Still might be in park, still might need a spark
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| Respirar, bitch I got the sauce
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| If I take a loss, I ain’t never lost
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| Pele with the cross, pray you never cross
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| You say you a boss, yeah you smoking moss
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| Must be something off, way too many thoughts
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| Can’t wait till I’m off, she gon' lick it soft
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| Careful where you walk, can’t see me at all
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| You gon' feel the salt, you gon' feel it all, yeah
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| Spin the block till you nauseous
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| Spin the block till you car sick
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| Sick of being cautious
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| Sleeping with a martian
|
| Still can’t walk up in my crib without a charger
|
| I woke up and we was dying from the cartridge
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| I was drowning just to try and make it farther
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| Lost 100 times tryna be an artist |