| I2I, power line live
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| I want to fly, Lenny Kravitz never lied
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| I want to get away, somewhere out of sight
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| Maybe just then everything will pan out alright
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| It's the hundred pack smoking blunt roller creepin' up behind you
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| Thought I'd knock you off on the off chance that I despise you
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| Not one to be lied to, quick to press rewind, you
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| End up where you were before your birth, now don't you cry, you
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| Already on ten, bitch, so don't aggravate
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| Up to here is where I've had it, great, now thin ice what you skate
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| I will locate all my pain, corral it into my veins
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| Push that up into my brain, danger mode is now engaged
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| Soulbound rare drop, every time we drop shit
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| You need props like Carrot Top to get your wits about you
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| Every single atom that is me will say it doubts you
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| Looking around at humans, like, this place would be better without you
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| The whole scene is a disgrace, rather distaste-
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| -Ful, to say the least, they'll do the most to get paid
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| I know money's needed, but what happened to the days
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| Of saying "Fuck these labels" to "I hope they pick me"?
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| I hate to see potential being flushed down the drain
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| But natural selection is beautiful when you wait
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| Weed yourself out, bitch, weed yourself out
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| SESH to the death of me, bruh |