| Okay, you can get it, not offended, not a problem
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| 'Cause every single one that came my way, you know I solved 'em
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| I keep my phone dead, still they hit me, still they calling'
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| I take just what I need, dropping and mix it in the cauldron
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| Drop (Drop), let it drop on they ass
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| Every shadow of the past blow away with the ash
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| Never stop (stop)
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| You can never get a pass, step away from the trash
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| If you come in, you gon' get that ass stomped (Stomped)
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| I reside under the bridge, where the dead come to live
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| Two stroke coated ribs get whomped (Whomped)
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| Dirty rag to the mouth, you ain't know what we 'bout
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| Where the tracks and the route get dumped
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| Remember the trail behind Jonna's?
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| We'd gather Corona's, they empty of course
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| And we'd bag 'em and go just to get us a quarter
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| Of something that we thought was dope
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| Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (Roll it)
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| When it get bad, you will know it (Know it)
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| Wallow away in the same fucking place
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| Just a person that hated that town that he came
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| Fuck it though, fuck it though, roll it (Roll it)
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| When it get bad, you will know it (Know it)
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| We paid a fee, all we got was the faux
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| All we wanted was fire and a blunt just to roll
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| Am I lurking at your door? |
| You don't really want to know
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| Shut your eyes, let it go, put your dreams in a boat, let it float
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| You gon' know when I come in through the floor
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| When the waves crash down and you wake up to a noise
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| “What was that? |
| What was that? |
| What was that?
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| What was that? |
| What was that? |
| What was that?”
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| What?
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| Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand
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| Point to the Palm area and then they understand
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| Droppin' out the land where the map is your hand
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| Point to the Palm area and then they understand |