| Still doped up
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| Don’t approach me when I’m rolling up
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| Gold blunt guts in the platinum cup
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| I kill my lungs and left my body numb
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| Can’t feel a thing you could put me in the rain
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| Droplets running down my face
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| But my skin cannot sense a thing
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| Hold up, hold up
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| Every day I’m getting
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| Older, older
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| Every night I’m tryna
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| Focus, focus
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| But I can’t get it
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| There’s something wrong with my head
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| And I can’t explain it
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| I’m running out of options if I ever had any, try not to panic
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| Body itching I’m trying to kick it, life’s my bad habit
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| I cause a scene then I’m napping, goodnight
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| I am what’s after this life
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| We are the Lords of the Flies
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| On our own island, we rise
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| Lot of people say they do what they don’t
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| Never seen you alone in these roads
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| Thirty in my pack like a cartridge I blow
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| On the shoulder of the mighty river going with the flow (ah)
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| Wait, where I go, I just do what I want (want)
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| Like whoop there it is, ain’t nobody gonna tell me shit (no)
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| No more scrapping for the rent (rent)
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| No more stealing for some shit (shit)
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| I was always in some shit
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| And I swear I’d never admit
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| That I needed a change of pace to really go and arrange
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| My life in some sort of order that doesn’t result in pain (what?)
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| Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes
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| NoRedeemingQualities until I’m gone
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| Yeah |