| Yeah
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| Lying from the chorus with no fucks to give
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| Just storming the Euro buck for hundred quid
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| This is not a training camp for niggas
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| No, my brain is amped up with an entertainer worker
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| Rucked a kiss
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| Uh, yo
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| You can trust the port until the dented doubles
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| Zombie eye your mausoleum
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| Leaning as I stretch muscles
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| Reading from the spell book
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| Some of us was sensing doubles
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| Who you niggas?
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| Forget your troubles and hide tent muscles
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| I’m so full of whimsy I can carve a fluna
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| But I’m in the music venue yanking out a shark tooth
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| Bitch niggas tic-tac that clickbait so your art askews
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| But man I got a car hood, I’m trying to disarm a nuke
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| How’d you get your nutrition from orange juice?
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| Like, yea, I’m from the former prison
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| Slandering the archduke and pandering to our truth
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| My body is the living proof, the financiers are interloop
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| While my fam be stirring up that ginger root
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| And now I’m Charlie Parker
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| Looks like a but that could be my sparring partner
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| You know a lefty like me always been the party starter
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| The third-party martyr
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| A category weird nigga
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| A popular threading holding onto a beard trimmer
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| A popular threading trying to hold a beer tasting
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| But I’m not disgraced by the web
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| Cut out all outspoken black faces they encase in metal
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| Go to the state argue the case until the case settle
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| This magical negro was on the daily special
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| I’m with the capital word artists their legs pretzel
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| Up on the stage with your heckle men we stay pencil
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| Like Open Mike was due to replace Jay Leno
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| My nigga
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| We’ve always stayed mental
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| Lying from the chorus with no fucks to give
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| Just storming the Euro buck for a hundred quid
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| Forget what all the haters say
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| Your shriveling on the razor’s edge
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| Writing letters like you got a month to live
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| Yea
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| I’m lying from the chorus with no fucks to give
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| Just storming the Euro buck for a hundred quid
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| Yea |