| One time I was at the beach
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| And we were looking at the stars
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| And this girl was laying next to me
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| And the blanket that we had was, had stars on it as well
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| So it looked liked we were just floating in an abyss
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| Honestly, when I see her face I just smile I guess
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| I mean, our cars came and the lights were on on them so we could see what the
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| waves look like
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| I’ll be waiting here on the sand
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| I remember that first night
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| You were wearing a power ranger black T-shirt
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| So was I, a different color, so was Moey and his brother
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| Not as pure, so insecure
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| The times have changed
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| But really we just looked up at the stars
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| For a couple hours, turned off all the lights on the cars
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| The world was ours it was yours—it was mine
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| The time flew by like it was prime time and I’m inside of
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| Life, you shouldn’t be my wife you should just be with me
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| On this beautiful night
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| Maybe we can make things right
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| Maybe we can do it without any spite
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| It’s just for tonight, and we hope it doesn’t end
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| So we drive back to our homes chilling with our friends
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| Balling like Jabari Parker, they say I look like him
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| If we met bet it would be awkward break out the Sudafed
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| Cause the flow cold, like a SoCo
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| I was smoking smoking John Lennon where my Yoko?
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| This that call yo grandma you ain’t ready yet
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| Verbal mania, imma show you the illest, get my cousin to kill it
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| Had a flow but you steal it, I’m in the mood so we ball out
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| Got the top down in the back we could fall out
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| We could fall out, nigga we could fall out
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| Your girlfriend push a Prius, she giving me that genius
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| Mensa, we that Tony Danza
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| Wine on the rug man you know that shit expensive
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| I’m on that Willy Wonka, green so Blanka
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| Vape so good and the pot like lobster
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| Nigga, I’m a monster, fuck it, I’m a mon-star
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| Man, I got this beat I’m going ham like a cop car
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| That’s unless you see me pulling up on the boulevard
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| Turn them flashing lights, at least you know who you really are
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| We are becoming god
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| I guess this ending’s the best for me
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| But I can’t leave you behind
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| You know that I never wanted to see what’s on your mind
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| Goddamn, Goddamn, Goddamn
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| Yo it’s kinda hard not to like, get fucking cheesy on this shit
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| But, does that even matter?
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| You know what I’m saying, juxtaposition man
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| Juxta-fucking-position
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| My nigga Jaden Smith dropping jewels and niggas don’t believe him cause he’s
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| Jaden Smith
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| But it’s all about packaging right?
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| Real shit though, good and bad is all relative man
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| It really is, a lot of niggas is sheep
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| We don’t even know what we like anymore
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| We just know what the most hype is
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| Shit, do you really like that shit you like?
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| Or you like the way they gave it to you?
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| You know what I’m saying?
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| Pepsi, Coca-Cola same thing
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| Dave Chapelle said that, the one that taste the best
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| Was the one that was paying him the most at the time
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| That’s all that happens with us man
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| We some weak niggas man, all of us
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| Followers, sheeps, plural made that shit up
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| Apologin' ain’t no real word my nigga
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| We know this, but he knows more cause he broke the rules that don’t even
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| fucking exist man
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| Funny thing is man is like, as a futurist
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| And I can call myself a futurist
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| Nobody is even going to give a fuck until I’m gone
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| So does it even matter?
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| Yes it does… |