Last Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday
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Even if I ask myself why
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I can't answer easily, spend all day with my mouth shut
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The good news from my competitors is that they scold me for standing bruised.
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Even if I take out my pen, I can't even follow the beat
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I want to forget everything like you do, with a few drinks
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My poor fans still believe in me
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I'm sorry, I'm a little tired these days
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So wait a minute, it's all my fault
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You can listen to other rappers
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But don't be afraid, when I'm okay again
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I'll announce my appearance as cool as when I said let's spray perfume
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I'll be back, I'll be back
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My name is fading in your head
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Even if someone else lays on the stage where I was standing
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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My name is fading in your head
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Even if someone else lays on the stage where I was standing
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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Flowering spring is coming, but my dreams are dying
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My friend wrote a song for me but my nib is slanted
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My nigga comfort me, wait a little longer and fly
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Even though you are trying to comfort me
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Also, in a way, you're a lot pitier than me
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Tearing blood all night long on my precarious neck
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The fog is thick like blood in front of me trying to move on to the next line
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Fuckin' slump, if we get past this time
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I want it to be forgotten like a pouring rain shower
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But don't be afraid, when I'm okay again
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I'll announce my appearance as cool as when I said let's spray perfume
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I'll be back, I'll be back
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My name is fading in your head
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Even if someone else lays on the stage where I was standing
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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My name is fading in your head
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Even if someone else lays on the stage where I was standing
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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I promise you, I’ll be back
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Fuck slump, I'll be back
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It's too early to fall asleep
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I ain't going down forever and ever
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The chin up that Seoul city does while sleeping |