| Cynicism in the face of love I’m insecure
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| Stigmatism in the chase for worth I need more
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| Left right brain attitude memories on the floor
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| Cus we all made do for the clear cutted
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| Red tape and the medial gauze put out for less
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| This passion to cover my flaws and pass the rest
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| And we strike gold in mysterious ways
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| Sometines we all gotta be cold blooded
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| Yeaah been fuckin around
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| But if I couldn’t handle this crown
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| How would you make good on your word to my face
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| Sold in the back of my mind
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| High praise we takin our time
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| It’s worth every minute of mine
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| In this space
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| So we stay up
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| My head’s all good but my body’s in shambles
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| No pay cuts
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| To the love of my life yeah I wish I was stable
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| Show worth every day of my life I’m Burning out
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| Cold calls in the name of this price without a doubt
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| I stay humble in the words that I’m given
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| 'Cause there’s nothing else I can do
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| Yeah I’m Type A but you gotta B right I must be lost
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| I’m on the same shit but you wanna impress at any cost
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| But we strike gold in mysterious ways
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| Sometimes we all gotta be cold blooded
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| Yeaah been fuckin around
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| But if I couldn’t handle this crown
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| How would you make good on your word to my face
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| Sold in the back of my mind
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| High praise we takin our time
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| It’s worth every minute of mine
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| In this space
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| So we stay up
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| My head’s all good but my body’s in shambles
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| No pay cuts
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| To the love of my life yeah I wish I was stable
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| My head’s all good but my body’s in shambles
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| No pay cuts
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| To the love of my life yeah I wish I was stable
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| My head, my head, my head… |