| For me there ain’t no finish, I get it then I replenish
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| I get up and I go get it while you sitting in the dirt like
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| How he do that? |
| Bones, why you do that?
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| Always high, never hiding
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| That knife, it hop off my body
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| I let it fly if you doubt it
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| It will add some miles to your mileage, I make it go
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| But you knew that, but you knew that
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| It’s the graveyard legend, they say that they independent
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| But they went and hired suits for business, booking, etcetera
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| It’s the ultimate contradiction, I love how they got conviction
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| Result of false belief in self, it’s time to hem up their britches
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| They swear that they’re something different
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| It’s time to hold up the mirror (yeah)
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| Let them see what there really is, what there really is
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| Let them see what there really is, (wait) what there (wait) really is
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| Blunts in the backyard
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| (Sunny day, sunny day, sunny day)
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| Blunts in the backyard
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| (Sunny day, sunny day, sunny day)
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| Blunts in the backyard
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| (Sunny day, sunny day, sunny day)
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| Blunts in the backyard
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| Yeah
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| SESH |