| They knew some we didn’t till I put my foot in his mouth
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| Now he’s having a hard time tryin' to hate now
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| He learned that he can’t even bring his face 'round (Do you understand now?)
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| Need I speak up? |
| Can you hear me, can you feel my soul?
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| Put your lighters up and let me know
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| Back the fuck up and just let me grow
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| I just wanna be…
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| Tryna' get away from all this ratchet shit
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| Fell and landed in a ditch
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| Magically I disappear and reappear
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| That’s that grim reaper shit
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| Smoke a pound, tell a nigga read my lips
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| We ain’t movin' from this bitch
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| You gon' have to put my face to the clip
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| Boy that trigger better click
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| That’s why I keep a scythe close to my side
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| I’m the guardian of time
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| Poke a tiny hole right inside your mind
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| It’s my brand new design
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| It’s gon' teach you how to swim down the line
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| And you’re breathin' will be fine
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| Fuck you, this is for mankind
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| Everybody needs a sign
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| There’s not much you can say cause I’m broken down
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| Everything’s been spun around
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| I can swim but yet I drown
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| But then the world don’t get my sound (Fuck you, I’m on some new shit bro)
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| This life ain’t shit, but we’re all down
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| I can’t say much, because I’m broken down
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| Everything’s been… (That'll be all sir) |