| I’m hardly impressed, and rarely surprised
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| I’m 24 years of age but I feel like 45
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| I’ve seen the other guys, I done peeped the other side
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| There’s not a day of the week that I relate to their rhymes
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| The way they not embarrassed, depressed deep down inside
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| Turn themselves into a cartoon in hopes it will suffice
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| Gold-plated bronze, imitation ice
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| Tryna fake it but they end up breaking out for this life
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| They throw it all away, everything that came naturally
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| Every aspect that is unique, they done trashed it
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| Ridiculous outfits, unfitting haircuts
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| The opposite of them just as long as it means bucks
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| Pseudo rap enthusiasts belong in the loony bin
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| On the internet trying to prove to strangers how cool he is
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| I’m no gatekeeper for what you should and shouldn’t do
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| But look inside of you, I promise you will know just what to do
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| SESH
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| Yeah, BONES
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| What, what, what
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| I done put a hundred thousand hours into this shit
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| Made a hundred songs before I turned the age of 10
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| Don’t talk to me about how you feel old
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| 'Cause I’ve spent some years on this
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| Bitch, get out my zone
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| This road I walk alone is cold but I am Bones
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| Ten toes when they would fold so many nights alone
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| The roar from the crowd when I break a microphone
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| The lure of the dead man has took me 'round the globe
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| The team that is SESH forever etches stone for those that follow in our steps
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| to make their own
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| We the main ingredients, whatever’s on the stove
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| You could be hot now, but tomorrow you gon' be cold |