| Melancholy days got me held in a spotty faze
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| Delving in my body trying to be common anomalies
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| Praised honestly dazed and toppled and in amaze
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| But gotta be amazing, it need commas in my banking
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| Been slaving since 7th grade trying to get a page over wages I paid
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| And be majorly played with my name paved on the great LA shape
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| Hoping the name sticks like tape
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| Straight apex from an ape aerate chasing and then escape
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| To a great fantasia hotter than a blazer on a day in Jamaica
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| I spit sick flava equate into the equator so savor how I shape ya
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| Sometimes I feel that y’all wanna use me
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| Wish to abuse me and mentally confuse me
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| It’s usually the truth seen
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| So it seems routine
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| Nothing new that I’m seeing
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| Users human beings
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| I swear that I can’t get used to the users
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| Swear that I can’t get used to the users
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| I swear that I can’t get used to the users
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| Used to the users
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| Used to the users
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| I’ve been thinking too much so its hard for me to see
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| The direct path of light and what I’m suppose to be
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| There’s mad people watching, in the family I’m the option
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| Want the Grammys and the Oscars, and I’m swearing I can conquer
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| But lately I’ve been locked up and since I’m seeing green like Blanka
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| Everybody wants to chill and wants to pop up, but I just want to make music and
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| influence
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| I hate expectations they ruin every single thing that I think of doing
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| Could you please just leave me to be human
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| Fuck what you expect or think is correct
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| Don’t interject, just gimme a second while rejections exit |