| Somewhere between the graveyard and the forest, I’m somewhere just smokin'
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| The temperature drop but for me It’s still hot, cause I’m from where its snowin
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| Weatherman reporting «woods get stale, so remember to close 'em»
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| Don’t fuck with my motion, catch me a case and then close it like Conan
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| 6 in the mornin', Don’t do no yawnin', creep while you sleep, thought you said
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| that you want it
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| Feast when I eat, while you pourin' up porridge, rather be me then be what you
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| supposed to
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| That mean you’ll never be nothin' but fake, so watch how I do it and say that
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| you hate
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| Then copy paste and say we can relate, to not be original that ain’t a lane
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| But somehow they livin' like that everyday, way to content with just lookin'
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| the same
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| Same fuckin' views, same fucking brain
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| Fuck is a label somebody please tell me, if there’s a contract, they know not
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| to involve me
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| I roll all the nickels, I make all my money, so how the fuck you supposed to
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| tempt me with hundreds
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| What is a thousand, what is a million, to someone that knows the price has risen
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| SESH is who with me, moving to quickly, no future prices, this shit changing
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| weekly
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| Death is so easy, life is so random, now he just do it, and money they hand him
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| Some get a check and go live in the Hamptons, me I buy fruit, dope,
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| and diamonds in cash
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| What
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| Wait
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| Wait
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| SESH |