| Curtis…
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| What, what, what?
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| They switch sides, switch lives, switch mindsets
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| With every season comes change, plus dying trends
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| That’s why I stay within a sector with no line ends
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| While it seems like the rest is struggling to fit in
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| I’m outside in the night, blowing out my smoke
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| I try to wipe my slate clean, but too much was wrote
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| Say that you killing it good for you
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| Say you put on for you and your crew
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| Well
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| See I don’t know them, and I don’t know you
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| But still you know me, does that speak to you?
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| Does that leech to you? |
| Does it seep through you?
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| Cause that sure is sweet that you break the rules
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| Break the truth of these bitches, pay you for all of these digits
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| Do it cause love, don’t do it for bucks, the money ain’t leaving here with you
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| The memory of you is real, when you go on the feelings they feel
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| The stories they tell, the times that they share, with you will asure that you
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| won’t disappear
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| Kale and chlorella my meal, smoke like Cruella De Vil
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| Ghost like I’m not in the mirror, follow me close then you gon' disappear
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| What? |