| I might never go home again
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| See it all through my eyes
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| I don’t know pretend
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| Until, life killed me I was a older kid
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| Then the devil up on my shoulder controlled all this
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| And turned me to a young man (hmm)
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| Untie the noose boy go have some fun
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| And getting up on my feet
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| And I’m coming up out of the Dungeon
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| Dancing in hell bitch I’ve even got a sun tan
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| Sippin' Margarita with my feet up (Wooh)
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| Glass half full like the Cole Bennet Ted Talk
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| Less is more so there’s less talk
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| Travel to the next floor
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| In the elevator with a red Supreme stress ball
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| Sentimental, I set your mental
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| Up the levels don’t know how to settle
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| Leave a stack on the floor just to test you
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| Bless you, roll on to the next move
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| Why don’t they do what they say
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| Say what they mean
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| I feel like they snakes undercover
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| And they fake, could it be?
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| You don’t know me
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| Don’t call me brother
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| Why don’t they do what they say
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| Say what they mean
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| I feel like they snakes undercover
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| And they fake, could it be?
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| You don’t know me
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| Don’t call me brother
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| I been riding round
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| Head hanging out the sun roof
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| Middle finger to the clouds screaming fuck you
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| Pour it out the bottle sipping all on the Grey Goose
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| Sweetest taboo, this Chardayy smooth
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| Up in my brain, ain’t no game
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| Drip the propane on that flame
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| I’m a soul taker say no names
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| I don’t think she belong to you my friend
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| I’mma take your soul up in the moonlight yeah
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| Take a acid tab to get her mood right yeah
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| I remember when you never knew my name
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| Yeah you treating me differently now I do my thing
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| Mmm yeah you wanna know now
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| Eternal flow we can never go down
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| They question that I’m the magic
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| They wanna know how?
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| Get that up out your business
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| Bitch I roll out
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| Why don’t they do what they say
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| Say what they mean
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| I feel like they snakes undercover
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| And they fake, could it be?
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| You don’t know me
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| Don’t call me brother
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| Why don’t they do what they say
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| Say what they mean
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| I feel like they snakes undercover
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| And they fake, could it be?
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| I don’t feel a thing
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| You don’t know me
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| Don’t call me brother |