| Give you everything you wanted
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| Yeah I’m acting down to earth but you never bought it
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| I would stay at home but you know my house is haunted
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| I’m moving at my own rate
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| You can go ahead and catch me in the motherfuckin' slow lane
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| Posted, not a care in this whole lame rat race
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| I’m on fire, got the propane in the stash
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| And I wait till it’s my name that they call then I burn it down
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| I wonder, wonder why don’t you wanna fuck with me girl
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| All you want is blood, got a little left inside me, girl
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| Taking your time as you drain me of my innocence
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| I don’t think you know, slow’s really got its benfits
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| You can catch me flying outside
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| I told them fuckrs it’s about time
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| See, you don’t wanna come around mine, ay
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| Said it’s a motherfuckin' southside
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| Whatchu need, me draw you outlines in my downtime?
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| You get outshined, round minds, you get crossed up like a pound sign
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| Cloud 9, we’re not gassed up, that’s a downshift
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| So please don’t try to step to me when you ain’t 'bout shit
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| One thing took too many years to resolve
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| Everything grows in seasons
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| Two summers have passed before you realized one has
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| You’ll still get lost in the reasons
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| Life is lived according to your own rules
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| Drugs, alcohol, sex, money
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| All vices have their place in society
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| The money’s yours
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| Downshift, that’s all cap
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| Loud as hell when I talk that
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| My head just too big
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| Can’t fit in no ball cap
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| Leave the back with the pop strapped
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| They wanna keep it wrapped like a mousetrap
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| I wanna lead the pack like my alma mater
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| You can ask the Wolfpack about that, look
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| We all over the globe, got you surrounded
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| It’s a goal for me to roam every coast before they rise up
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| New horizons, terraform my environment if I don’t like it
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| I’m Poseidon the way I drown out the silence, you can catch me flying outside
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| You can catch me flying outside
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| I told them fuckers it’s about time
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| See, you don’t wanna come around mine, ay
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| Said it’s a motherfuckin' southside
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| Whatchu need, me draw you outlines in my downtime?
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| You get outshined, round minds, you get crossed up like a pound sign
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| Cloud 9, we’re not gassed up, that’s a downshift
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| So please don’t try to step to me when you ain’t 'bout shit |