| Now you dressing like a weathered peasant
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| Since the shit is trending heavy
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| Looking broke like Levees, but your tag on bag say Fendi
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| You disgust me not offend me
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| Pray you’ll never feel me near
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| Hold my breathe, 10 Mississippi
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| I don’t want to breathe the same air
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| We absorb through our pores so I condemn myself from them
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| Pin my hair back and then share all the tales I got to tale
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| From the then to the now
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| Moments live inside the ground
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| I can see and hear the sound
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| When I walk familiar grounds
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| Organic cotton line my pockets
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| Ain’t no blood inside these fibers
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| Millions dying, sewing and tying
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| For all the stupid shit you buying
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| We ain’t here long so it’s easy to ignore
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| The happening’s and just act as if this life is strictly yours
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| If I disappeared I know the world wouldn’t notice
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| The moon would rise in the night
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| The sun would set in the morning
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| And I wonder, would they ever have guessed I was here?
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| If I disappeared I know the world wouldn’t notice
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| The moon would rise in the night
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| The sun would set in the morning
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| And I wonder, would they ever have guessed I was here? |