| From the moment I wake up
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| My mind starts to make up these negative outcomes to tell me my day sucks
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| They would like to stay but my mind’s never spacious
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| I’m making no sense (cents) like I’m taking a pay cut
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| I’m shook like maracas
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| I’m still getting proper
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| I’m trying to live by Hakuna Matata
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| I feel like I’m chosen
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| I’m showing emotions
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| I keep talking shit like I spit from my colon
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| They popping in a Klonopin
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| They need that shit like oxygen
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| No stopping the intoxicants
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| We’re kicking it like moccasins
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| The shit will make you tell ‘em that you’re better off dead
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| And they’ll look at you and say that it’s all in your head
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| Hook:
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| It’s all in your head
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| I can’t fuck with nobody
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| I’m sorry
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| The shit ain’t my choice
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| Paranoid like I’m Ozzy
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| I’m fucking corrupted
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| The thoughts are destructive
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| Like sick politicians
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| They’re not to be trusted
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| We got a common enemy
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| The fear won’t get ahead of me
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| They say I’m getting better
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| Well I motherfucking better be
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| I’m utilizing my voice till it’s raspy
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| I’m always gonna tell you these are my thoughts exactly
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| I’m making a statement for mental enslavement
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| This ain’t all a show just for your entertainment
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| You’re feeling my spirit
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| Like Kurt with my lyrics
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| It’s passive-aggressive with no interference
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| Erratically
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| Emphatically
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| The way they be combating me
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| I’ll radically be on the fucking charge like I’m a battery
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| They like to make you think that you’d be better off dead
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| Then they look at you and say that it’s all in your head
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| Hook:
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| It’s all in your head |