It came like this, I thought it would always go like this
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I've been dreaming I believed it would happen
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I came out of the silence I got into the noise
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I made a fist, I squeezed it, my stash was overflowing
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You don't need to understand anymore
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you don't need to cry
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You don't need to shout
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Because there is no food for those who don't deserve it.
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I've been struggling for years in a shit hole, everybody knows me
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You can't teach me right from wrong
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Fuck off, pay your debt later
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It's like saying I won't sell you and selling.
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Like accounts that don't fit in your home
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Like pills that make me sleepy
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Hmm Aspo stabs someone
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No, I can't work, press back
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Bass line comes after the basmala
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Melodies like lions
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Watch how I earn lean back
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At the bottom of my life and everywhere
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I don't run away from the dirt, the dirt is too much in my notebooks
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The past will never pass in every strand of my hair
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Head where I go, destiny is in my hand
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At the bottom of my life and everywhere
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I don't run away from the dirt, the dirt is too much in my notebooks
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The past will never pass in every strand of my hair
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Head where I go, destiny is in my hand
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It came like this, I thought it would always go like this
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I've been dreaming I believed it would happen
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I came out of the silence I got into the noise
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I made a fist, I squeezed it, my stash was overflowing
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Hand in hand
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gossiping
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like a bitch
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I'm at work rather than following you
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I cut off my salute to get away
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More than a stroke to swim
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For music, more than just the ear
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No one should think that it brought me to this day
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Be proud, sit down, don't get your ass up
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I can't understand what bad people there are
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Humanity is not good for you.
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I can't stay with you one more minute
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My brain is not like yours I can't ignore it
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Doing what I want is child's play
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It's hard for me to do what I feel
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And no one but God can hold accountable
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So none of them can be an Aspo
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At the bottom of my life and everywhere
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I don't run away from the dirt, the dirt is too much in my notebooks
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The past will never pass in every strand of my hair
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Head where I go, destiny is in my hand
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At the bottom of my life and everywhere
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I don't run away from the dirt, the dirt is too much in my notebooks
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The past will never pass in every strand of my hair
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Head where I go, destiny is in my hand |