| Sitting in the motherfucking dirt just hurt
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| Always bitching about you never get the shit that you deserve
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| While you rotting on the curb Ima take off with the birds
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| Waiting for the right time but for me now works
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| We forever create levels hit the lever kill the power
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| Every dot a witching hour on the clock upon the mantel
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| Don’t be acting like you mental you don’t really wanna feel it
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| Hearing what ain’t really there seeing what you know you isnt
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| Exhale blow the leaves strip search all the trees
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| Bones like his forest sharp leave if you don’t want to bleed
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| All they wanna be is me all I wanna do is leave
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| I contaminate the minds of the viewers of the slang
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| Fuck
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| And I thought it would be different
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| Still the same message don’t care if you listening
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| And you use to be doubtful
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| You play the game but sesh make the console
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| How many fucking times do I gotta go and say it
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| You ain’t fucking with us touching anything we fucking made
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| They watch then repeat through their own shit
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| But they’ll never duplicate the flow bitch
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| If it ain’t sesh then you know I don’t know it
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| If it ain’t our show there ain’t no point in going
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| I am what they not
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| They land in the rocks
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| I’m a motherfucking problem, oh
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| I aim for the brush but I landed on the top
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| This a good little spot I know
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| I am what they not
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| They land in the rocks
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| I’m a motherfucking problem, oh
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| I aim for the brush but I landed on the top
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| This a good little spot I know, oh |