| Laryngitis, fear of heights, and parent-teacher conferences
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| Tell me your accomplices, tell me your accomplishments
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| Feel I ain’t accomplished shit dealing in the college sense
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| Said it ain’t a competish, maybe it’s the opposite
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| Now they’re getting rich in exchange for apocalypse
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| Hard to exist, Oculus Rift not an option
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| The box what you think is actually what we’re locked in
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| Without a locksmith getting dark see
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| Rather drink sake with foxies
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| Next to palm trees while the gods speak Farsi
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| Pay my tab in prayers and thoughts, believe what you can’t see
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| gotta eat when you’re hungry
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| Not to be all these wants become daunting
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| Some things just aren’t belonging
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| So when that gong rings and breaks you from your arming
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| I hope there’s no rain in your awning
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| 'Cause darling this world don’t reciprocate
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| Karma’s real but a little late, still on a dinner date
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| I feel still in my middle age
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| Build my field while while you’re sealed in a guilded cage
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| Can’t steal from my minute maid little lemonade
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| And know what the vendor paid, skills to my center fade
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| Stay real tell incentive straight
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| But whatever, if it’s meant to be, better with integrity |