| My name is Daye Jack a young aristocrat
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| A massed up massive, masses want a piece of that
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| The rest at peace got me soul searching looking for my path
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| If truth of tweet on twitter never will I follow back
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| Run run this time, time, I’m taking laps
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| Your men dumb and dumber does dumb make me laugh
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| Live and learn the teacher thinking out his ass
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| I’m the son the chosen kid to change the facts
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| Thanks that he actually made me do as a cat
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| Blasting me casually doing picking just to ruin his sight
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| Me mugging never smile as I think the past
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| Watered down mind through the niggas still taking baths
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| Soul glitch
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul glitch
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| So the gentle mental mind is lifted
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| Above my physique growing higher hunger
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| Gearing up for eating this physique
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| Filled an elaborate savage I’m a cook
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| And this is a feast when I travel far and wide
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| And see the mouth beneath ready to eat
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| And a different picture that can see pixilated
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| Paint our when our starving driving living
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| Aimless on the streets doing pot and
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| Around the house trying to save them
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| They dying on their knees
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| I will make them sit and close there eyes
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| And fucking sleep
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| Welcome to soul glitch
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| Diet Jack
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul Soul Soul Soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul soul soul soul
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| Soul glitch |