| The rainclouds never fade
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| Again, again, again
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| And I been looking for a maze to the end
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| Why do we even try?
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| I’m a glass half-empty kind of guy
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| Still don’t know how to do shit for myself
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| Guess only time will tell, where on this carousel
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| I’m in my own world
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| But it’s the apocalypse
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| I try to stay grounded
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| But it’s too hard in this rocket ship
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| We was all good, now it’s all back
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| They tell me «move on», but I fall back
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| What you call that?
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| This more seasonal depression
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| Retrogade, why can’t I use my own message?
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| I was lost, I never received directions
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| Why is my life so perplexing?
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| Why is my mind always racing and I’m always stressing
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| I just need a little more time
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| 'Cause I don’t think we’re good together
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| We were never good together
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| I think we should be forever
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| I think this could be forever
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| Be forever
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| But you just wouldn’t get it
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| Taking pills to make me feel anything
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| Chillin' in the hospital, they not letting my parents in
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| This shit’s embarrassing
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| 19 with no future yet
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| Felt like a shadow, now I’m feeling like a silhouette
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| Mac understood me while my peers all over-looked me
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| I owe him everthing like I used to owe my bookie
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| I remember taking Xans, woke up and owed a couple grand
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| I hope that if I ever die, my people will understand
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| It’s a long time coming
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| Writing songs about nothing
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| Went outside and lived my life
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| Then fucked it up, like «Jesus Christ»
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| Sold her soul for grams of blow
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| And took a trip to firefly
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| Hit up Ben like «Let's be friends»
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| And turning his mind to Mikey nikes
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| Little did she know we’d get rich and fuck our friends
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| Playing headgames only works if Young Beal is getting head
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| So it never really hit me
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| Dreaming of needles, no tellies or measles
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| I need rehab, I OD’d on fifth dab
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| My life is like a good dab for allergy pills
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| If the drugs don’t kill him, then the salary will
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| I’m BB with the name, but BP with the spill
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| We like oil with the water, we don’t mix when we drill
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| We could leave right now, I don’t think people will see us
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| I been sad as fuck, I spark a Jay, then repaint the meter
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| It’s just not in the cars, like
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| Take the weed out the sneakers and roll
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| The walls are thin, I hope the neighbors don’t hear us
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| But they’ll probably hear us
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| Yeah, they’ll probably hear us |