| Knowing myself I ain’t seen new times
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| Let me out, been around piece of mind
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| I ain’t been back in this place for a time
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| Seek what you want, but bitch I’d rather die
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| If it means the skies the places that I hide
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| I just survive to keep the smiles high
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| I am a little off with my sight
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| Don’t take advice so you suffer to thrive
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| I could keep you alive but you locked inside
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| With the victim you lie and it’s past in your eyes
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| Fuck it I tried, but now I resign
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| Bet you’ll be fine, don’t mention my line
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| Bitch I ain’t got time
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| Bitch I ain’t got time
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| Was you really 'bout it, yuh
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| Somhow I just doubt it, what
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| You like all these othr fucks
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| That somehow dream about it, ayy
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| I can’t find my outlet
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| But you want this routed
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| Don’t give a fuck about it
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| Was you really bout it?
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| Was you really bout it?
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| Somehow I just doubt it
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| Was you really bout it?
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| Somehow I just doubt it
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| Caught in my mental split
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| You wasn’t more than a bitch
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| You held my problems then dipped
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| I wasn’t askin' for shit
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| Look at the pain you commit, look what it did
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| I bet you love it like this, my emotions you play with
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| Fuck you and the fam you raised in
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| You was a bitch gettin' caught in your statements
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| I’m gonna last till blow off my cap
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| Bitch know I’m more than my past
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| Nobody ever react
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| Fuckas want stacks
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| Talk like they pack, all just an act
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| Don’t peep the stats, they fallin' back
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| Same routine gettin lapped |