| Y’all know it’s late night booty calls
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| Some fake titty brawls
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| I call against some petty arse
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| That’s my life, applaud the flaws of a golden art
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| Now I’m a ACR charging the
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| With crimes of passion, laughing, blasting that good music
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| That’s no «E-40» G4L is up
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| «Medium cool» too was roaming the earthlight
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| The music died with the fiend with the crack pipe
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| , right? |
| Fuck that! |
| I’m on the job
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| Drew blood, sweat, teardrop that clot out tomorrow—until tomorrow
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| Then I’m back, back to put the «Ville» up on the map
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| Hoping CYNE could really last long but then «gorilla» blast a classic
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| Two-world surround me, my tongue held for bounty
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| ‘Cause I speak that Jupiter rap—you can’t ground me
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| Watch Akin fly—scarred broken wing, do my thing high
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| Angel on my mic. |
| Not religious, though I’ve seen God- avenge me
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| Father on a chariot amend me
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| I’m limelight commodity, escaping the fame
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| Delusional, got grand y’all
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| Guess what I’m sayin' is the Gulf between us
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| Me and them, both dance for him
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| The blue-eyed rapist, sabers we breathin' in
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| The great divide
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| I’m caught inside all the hype and will I survive?
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| Well I’mma try, I’mma die to come back alive
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| Where preachers lie, claiming lives, pistol-whipping wives
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| We fraternizin' divides, y’all, the great divide
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| The great divide, the great divide
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| The great divide. |
| I’m caught inside all the hype and will I survive?
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| Well I’mma try, I’mma die hurt
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| The night electric when she move
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| Las Vegas to my move, you I dedicate this tune
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| Hopeless romantic blues lady in my software
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| Computer love, yeah. |
| What’s that tatted on your arm?
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| Come into my space, embrace idiot savant
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| I’m curious to chomp her that I’d travel thousand miles
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| To play the fool, play it cool, play to see you smile
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| That’s kind of cheesy right? |
| Fuck that! |
| I’m being real
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| Message sent to her that I feel
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| Forever young, dumb, we can’t time kill
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| But still sprung, wrung, speak, can’t rhyme, chill. |
| Or rather build
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| And not destroy. |
| Girl, come kiss
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| Take me by the hand, show this man joy
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| I know it’s price tags. |
| From me to you, night jetlag
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| Borders. |
| What is true? |
| I’m steadfast
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| Right there, in the blink of an I care
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| I click «Buy» on Priceline, I’m there
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| The Gulf between us. |
| You and I both need to fly
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| Experience like this priceless—hope you reply |