| Sick Lunatic with the rhyme skills
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| Some say I rhyme ill
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| Nah I’m just taking them sick
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| Rhyme pills
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| Flow cocky like my nines filled
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| Rather my minds filled
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| Cause I won’t give you another
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| Crime spill
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| Fashionista etcetera
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| Awon a predator
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| Easy job for any rap editor
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| Discuss this with my publicist
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| 2020 rugged shit
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| Real heads can really fuck with this
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| But deep inside I’m a loser
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| Chronic abuser cruiser
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| A dreamer who really moves ya
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| A hopeless romantic always in panic
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| Niggas don’t understand it
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| Like Jermaine and Janet
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| Damn it
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| I’m on the verge of losing
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| My whole world
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| My car my job
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| Most importantly
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| My girl
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| Now I’m drinking and thinking
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| On how my ships sinking
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| And how my shit stinking
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| But to you I’m still bringing
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| This beautiful
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| Beautiful Loser
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| Chronic Abuser
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| One who writes those songs
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| That really move ya
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| One who won’t get paid off my music
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| My pain makes you feel good
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| Don’t confuse it
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| Beautiful Loser
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| Chronic Abuser
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| One who writes those songs
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| That really move ya
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| One who won’t get paid off my music
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| My pain makes you feel good
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| Don’t confuse it
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| By the way my name is Awon
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| And I believe flow is art
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| I’m the nigga who got the animals
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| On Noah’s arc
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| It’s an analogy
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| Understand life us grabbing me
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| To live fatal finalities
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| And be a casualty
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| To love and drugs
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| I’m the illest who never made it
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| Broke but educated
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| Critics will celebrate it
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| To this I’m dedicated
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| Inebriated and still
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| I’m young dazed and confused
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| And niggas still think I’m ill
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| Besides spit tight
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| I really can’t do shit right
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| Sneakers and clothes are my kryptonite
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| My mistakes in life give you insight
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| To go for yours
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| I’ve been scared by vocal wars that’s killing my vocal cords
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| It’s suicide I commit everyday
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| And if you we’re I
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| You could attest to the fact
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| Its not wack the rap Raful
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| To the pioneers I’m grateful
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| For bitter sweet memories
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| Along with my Hennessy
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| It’s something wrong
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| When love ones become enemies
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| I focus my energy
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| Into the pen before me to tell the story Of young love and what losses do to you
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| And to you my pain is beautiful
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| Beautiful Loser
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| Chronic Abuser
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| One who writes those songs
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| That really move ya
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| One who won’t get paid off my music
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| My pain makes you feel good
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| Don’t confuse it
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| Beautiful Loser
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| Chronic Abuser
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| One who writes those songs
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| That really move ya
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| One who won’t get paid off my music
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| My pain makes you feel good
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| Don’t confuse it |