| Smoking out my lungs, gon bet the time
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| Cold like the woods, when im off of the pine
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| Keep streching keep working im used to the ground
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| Im getting whats mine one take at the time
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| Feeling so rare like the planets align
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| Fuck all your feelings like hitting decline
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| The feeling of some master desire
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| Of reminding myself my state of mine
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| Maybe im trippin or maybe im fine
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| Maybe i leave it or maybe i die
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| Questions of why they doubted my kind
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| Im smoking this kanye, wondering i
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| Feeling so focus, im feeling so high
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| Blurry my vision let me clarify
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| Person of interest i tell you goodbye
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| Keep wet em up, like they all colline
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| Im fucking em up if they step out the line
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| Waiting and implying to occupy
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| My momment of time to switch up their side
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| We nothing to hide, no feelings collide
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| I won’t no rest, until they all horrified
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| I won’t stop until they know me world wide
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| Check on my status im both qualified
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| My name on the street i been certified
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| Where do you go where you dont love you no more
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| Where do you stop if you started before
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| Intensions to grow, make sure in my flow
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| Allow me to show em and sit on my throne |