| If I ever got a question about how it’s supposed to be
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| I can’t ask nobody nothin', really who know more than me?
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| Really who seen more than me?
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| Really who make more than me?
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| I’m just overthinking now
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| They know who I am and they all got love for me
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| Kept it gangsta for forever, just call that my energy
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| I’m just overthinking now
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| Goin' back and forth and back
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| Goin' back and forth for what
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| Conversations with myself
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| Overthinking is a drug
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| And I’m overdosing, train off the tracks, locomotion
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| My way, big, spans like the ocean
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| Peace be still, ain’t no commotion
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| Hocus pocus, watch them jokers
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| Keep my focus, 'til the locusts
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| Swarm, no harm done
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| 'Twan, calm in the middle of the storm
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| I’m in the eye, also a pupil
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| Of the game, but don’t stay neutral
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| Follow trends, now that’s what you do
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| Jedi Master, they that booboo
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| Here that new new, Claimin' True to
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| Never fake, authenticate who
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| Fuck a password, hack the hackers
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| Back to the future, never backwards
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| Average bashers, new dimensions
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| Middle classers, losing pensions
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| Higher taxes, rules for women
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| Lower learning, lose the children
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| Lose the feeling
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| Trying to get it back, I think it’s coming to me
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| I said, trying to get it back, I think it’s coming to me
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| If I ever got a question about how it’s supposed to be
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| I can’t ask nobody nothin', really who know more than me?
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| Really who seen more than me?
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| Really who make more than me?
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| I’m just overthinking now
|
| They know who I am and they all got love for me
|
| Kept it gangsta for forever, just call that my energy
|
| I’m just overthinking now
|
| Goin' back and forth and back
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| Goin' back and forth for what
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| Conversations with myself
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| Overthinking is a drug
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| Old school players to new school fools
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| But new niggas play without no rules
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| It’s true when I say that I don’t lose
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| The crew been on flame since Tri High School
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| Barbecue lit, light the coal
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| Tiptoein' through the two lips on swoll
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| Bold, cold, sometimes throwed
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| Only when I’m in Texas on Vogues
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| Candy paint, swangers swangin'
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| How these entertainers bangin'?
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| Cut the grass, kill the snakes
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| Fuck the past, fulfill your fate
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| 'Cause hate don’t make the day go great
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| Them folk gon' think what they gon' think
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| Just float yo' brain as your think tank
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| Attack like shark, don’t take the bait
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| Octopuses spill the ink
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| Pop that pussy, kill the beat
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| Still a freak of nature when this ballpoint hit this paper
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| Boomeranging, 'cause I’m…
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| Trying to get it back, I think it’s coming to me
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| I said I’m trying to get it back, I think it’s coming to me
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| If I ever got a question about how it’s supposed to be
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| I can’t ask nobody nothin', really who know more than me?
|
| Really who seen more than me?
|
| Really who make more than me?
|
| I’m just overthinking now
|
| They know who I am and they all got love for me
|
| Kept it gangsta for forever, just call that my energy
|
| I’m just overthinking now
|
| Goin' back and forth and back
|
| Goin' back and forth for what
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| Conversations with myself
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| Overthinking is a drug |