| I’m on an island when my family speaks
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| As I palm trees
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| High as the sun of a beach
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| Right here, quite near to perfecting my speech
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| But my sleeping habits on average keep me missing my sheets
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| Yeah
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| In the studio blazin the beats
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| Or clubbin with fly birds, rubbin squeezin their Tweets
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| Flaked on my intervention, I’ve been missin for weeks
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| On an international binge with the friends that I keep
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| Then come home and roam around in my PJ’s, for three days
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| Eatin sour cream n cheese Lays
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| Relapse itch hit, I’m scratchin like DJ’s
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| Tracks in my veins show I’m feenin for replays
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| You say free bass? |
| I’ll be right there
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| I like mine with a nice cut and light snare
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| Get it to me rapido and I might share
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| Rappin makes me happy so, why stop why care
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| I’m hooked
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| I’m up every morning with my mind on a fix
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| Fire up the midi and let it slide in my mix
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| Takes from the craziness, I hide in it’s bliss
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| Ride or die, protect my pride, the lioness mane
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| And I ain’t talkin 'bout Jane, I’m playin Rick James
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| I’m talkin' bass head, nigga, let the shit bang
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| Moving keys, looka-here, watch us flip game
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| Ever since a minor the accord has been this strange
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| I’m in the dark with the black notes
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| I take humanity and capture it in rap quotes
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| From the cellars and alleys with the crack smoke
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| Through the middle to the top where the fat floats
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| Let’s roll, nigga |