| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life
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| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life
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| Your whole life, your whole fuckin' life
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| Slippery when panickin', this seems like surfin' gasoline
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| At the mercy of my discrepancy
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| I’ve got countless current identities
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| Which one should I pretend to be?
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| Which will be the end of me?
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| Fuck my present coordinates
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| I will 'em dead like, like, like, like, like, like, like
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| It’s not what you think
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| Fuck you want from us?
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| We’re the same as you
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| But we know we’re fucked
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| But we came as you, like you know it’s us
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| And your mind, not you
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| My whole life, my whole fuckin' life
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| Cut one, spill revelations, it’s fucked
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| Center seal of my imagination, fucked
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| Forehead of mine submergin', I’m sinkin'
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| Noah’s Ark, blood’s virgin, stop thinkin'
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| See now? |
| There ya go
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| It’s alright, your write-offs belong to vultures
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| My whole life like vultures
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| Brain coverage is more like
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| My vision ain’t no good on my sore side
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| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go
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| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go
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| There ya go, there ya go, there ya go, there ya go
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| Cut one, spill revelations, it’s fucked
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| Center seal of my imagination, fucked
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| Forehead of mine submergin', I’m sinkin'
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| Noah’s Ark, blood’s virgin, stop thinkin'
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| See now? |
| There ya go
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| It’s alright, your write-offs belong to vultures
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| My whole life like vultures
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| Brain coverage is more like
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| My vision ain’t no good on my sore side
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| This ghost town’s my compound, I’m a saboteur
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| Your town’s my smoke cloud, I stay at war
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| By night shift I don’t exist, chump, saddle up
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| A dust to dust motionless struck belly up
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| Your skies are lip balm on my balls
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| Elemental cyclotron on white walls
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| I met you and your carne asada to cry
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| Fuck everything, now go ahead and pay us for my shrine, wait
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| This ghost town’s my compound, I’m a saboteur
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| Your town’s my smoke cloud, I stay at war
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| By night shift I don’t exist, chump, saddle up
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| A dust to dust motionless struck belly up
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| Birch wood emoji wrought with human branches
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| Your innocence save your hopes, I just throw the dice
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| And I’ve been like this for my whole fucking life
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| My whole fucking life’s your whole fucking life
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| Section 2
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| Panic, panic, panic, panic
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| Panic, panic, panic, panic
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| You know this bitch, this is the bitch you know
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| I would not fuck a basic bitch, bring a bitch and I want more
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| Uptight bitch, your blood’s like bitch, right? |
| Zip tight flow
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| Handle a bitch, handle a bitch, handle a bitch like so
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| I’m not no bitch like that
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| That bitch go, they start off and strip like plat'
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| Fuckin' with C-notes, like please don’t, that bitch might act
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| Handle a bitch, I’ll handle a bitch, I’ll handle a bitch like that
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| Woah, I’m dead, bitch
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| Your blood’s like bitch, right?
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| This bitch still prayin' to the sun
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| That bitch more ate up than my lunch
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| That bitch make me take my time
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| Makin' for change, they gonna come
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| Bitch always been assed out
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| Kiss your black ass on the mouth
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| Shit, had bitch, that bitch is broke
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| Said, broke bitch, I’m on that dope
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| Bitches more sick
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| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat
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| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck
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| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast
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| Bitches more sick
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| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat
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| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck
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| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast
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| Bitches, I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat
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| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck
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| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast
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| Bitches more sick
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| I round 'em up and spin real quick just like a mat |
| They feed that flame and get loud as fuck
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| Kool-Aid, bitch, I’m blazin' fast
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| He’s a bitch, she’s a bitch, sorry bitch
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| Section 3
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| Exist like a drunk man at the wheel
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| But first sittin' in the front, not at the wheel
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| No clue I could fuck you 'cause I will
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| Fuck praise, all it does is pay my bills
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| I faced the crowd in Vegas there
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| Ever fake but isn’t where
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| Shit ain’t raw, they can’t compare
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| Check AWOL, bitch, I’m always there
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| Intangible intrusion to the bone, through the bone
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| Feels human bones, human skill
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| Blessed on windmill and opium feel
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| Bumpin' shit, I leave open seal
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| Ghoulishly austere, paralysis is my souvenir
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| Exit wounds and rabbit ears
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| Rabbit holes that last for years
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| Now can you see I have no fears?
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| Not havin' cares, post-stratosphere
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| (Witness post-stratosphere)
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| Misspoke language of savoir faire
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| Don’t need to come with the stolen hair
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| Stranger slip by, catch my interest
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| Look for a minute at a safe distance
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| Lose my place, look back, see no one
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| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer
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| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer
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| Death won’t wait, will adapt when it closer
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| Middle broad daylight, jump this vanish
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| I like this type, that’s refined manner
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| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
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| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
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| Sullen every way, steppin' off when it happens
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| This is why I’m swimming in a faucet of acid
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| I bum a dialogue instead of renting it
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| Call in the place and get an estimate
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| It’s diligent on paper, I’ll invest in it
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| Be weird if I could make it as a mesmerist
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| Have a tall list of clients to tamper with
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| Be a practicing confessional
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| Cultivator of masochists
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| Crave sanity? |
| I’ll make you vegetables
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| Your family’ll thank me like pacifists
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| Cool long as I don’t move my tongue
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| Cool long as I don’t bite my tongue
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| I’m into shit like this
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| Rise with me, you skinned it thick
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| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it
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| Might have abused that shit
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| I’m into shit like this
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| Rise with me, you skinned it thick
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| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it
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| Might have abused that shit
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| I’m into shit like this
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| Rise with me, you skinned it thick
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| Rites of passage, I’ve been through it
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| Might have abused that shit
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| I’m into shit like this
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| Rise with me, you skinned it thick
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| Rights of passage, I’ve been through it
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| Might have abused that shit
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| Section 4
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| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls
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| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl
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| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls
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| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl
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| You want to know who I am?
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| No one’s girl, stoic girl
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| Only fucks fine foreign girls
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| Makes your muse, play it ruse
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| Awakens your fantasy, bathe in you like Bathory
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| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
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| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
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| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
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| Bathe in you like Bathory, bathe in you like Bathory
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Attention
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| I am the dragon from the desert
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| Hate makes me reckless, restraint cease the functions
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| You get the best of me, but I’m missin' one in my stomach
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| Killer for the occasion, whip you back to size
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| Break you like a Franklin, spend you like a five
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| They like, «How come? |
| How come, though?»
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| They come at meals, fuck no
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| Right on, I’m that killer, you’re a fucking sidearm
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| Think twice, face down
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| Don’t bleed like this Cape Town
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| Don’t sleep like no playground
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| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls
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| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl
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| Dirt, dirt, hot pothead girls
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| Smoke yours, it’s split with the bald-head girl
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Farewell, fuck you hopeless
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| On three, spread out, then move in
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| Strategy, cauterize all loose strands
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| Finder’s life can’t be too thin
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| My spotlight proof to no end
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| Pursue this life with no friends
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| Bet your own at your own risk
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| 'Cause farewell, fuck you hopeless
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| And act like no one notice
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| On three, spread out, then move in
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| Strategy, cauterize all loose strands
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| Finder’s life can’t be too thin |
| My spotlight proof to no end
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| Pursue this life with no friends
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| Bet your own at your own risk
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| 'Cause farewell, fuck you hopeless
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| Me and my doppelgänger have a system
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| My shoulder pain loads ammunition
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| These counterfeits are mostly sober
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| I pen the script, he pilots the saucer
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| It’s funny, the bored pose of my dead man
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| We both scramble until I’m the last man
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| Stay in first so much I have four left hands
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| He arose disgusted, I awoke in Bethlehem
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Bald-head girl, no one’s girl
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| Stoic girl, ocean girl
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| Section 5
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| Don’t ask me where I came from
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| Ignore me anyway but
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| Stick it if you think it
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| Happens when you can’t stop
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| Came to in a sports cage
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| Five minutes, coulda swore it was a decade
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| Had the time of my life, no head case
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| Zoom with the camp where we jump for fuck’s sake
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| Threw it off over end of the hard way
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| Lie back, then I shut down my heart rate
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| Enter threshold of blind man’s hallway
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| Hell’ll turn a tightrope to my causeway
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| Two burned rascals call me hombre
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| And now you’re fuckin' with mojo
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| Side shift like bold fungus moonglow
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| I flatline straight through to the loophole
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Personalized like genetics and provide all your needs
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| Don’t be frightened by skeptics, listen essentially
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| You’re sleeping on a goldmine
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| Tone of our voices means our location’s a runaway
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| I’m before all your destinations, I’ll be on display
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| I’m fuckin' on your schedule, explanation’s in delay
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| Pathway enchanted encounter, feed that hoe a chainsaw
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| Burned up at myself, back to the floor
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| Moment I do, my bustle was such a bore
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| Pull that way, run your vehicles 'cause you know it’s cool
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| Put my fist on a pedestal 'til I stroke the core
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Come and go whenever to wherever you please
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| Personalized like genetics and provide all your needs
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| Don’t be frightened by skeptics, listen essentially
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| You’re sleeping on a goldmine
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| No matter what, stay where you are, if you go
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| Don’t matter who you shot, there’s no scars where you are
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| Never felt this, but I been so lost, nothing’s broke
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| Make your life a demand, things don’t blow to be all gone
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| A hybrid night container
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| Carbonated thrift store
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| Your peter is the peak
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| Of hubris marked in vain
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| Hi
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| Section 6
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Fall out on impact
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| Never been left, what’s worse
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| You must have that contention
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| That greenscape, that witch fur
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| What if I was strapped like toothpaste?
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| Like filler ass, dig grave
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| I feel staffed like Rick James
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Chinchilla, rich blood
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| Mindset, core forms
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| Timeless, but I admire
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| Improvised explosives
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| Glowed off, my darlins
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| Good labor, my harlot
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| Blood form
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| With the ice flow garnet
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Molten like karma, it’s abstractions of bliss to me
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| Intolerance removes lava, high pressure like quick release
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| Counterstrike red Bambaataa on those tears
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| Get by, stampede off billions
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| Stagnant eyes, spring rupture, drop off here
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| Said my deadbeat
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Doubtful, you stand in pride
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| Turnin' me down so quiet
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| Silence guided by vision
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| Assailant inside the figure
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| Can’t hide from suspicion
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| War-waging prescription
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| Street life breaks you like religion
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| Sick like, sick like
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| Hooded figure exploit your demons
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| Cast profit, go to buy, try, can’t knock it
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| Bet a bitch forward this market
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| Better get numbered, you’re profit
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| The offer day
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| The offer day, you’re numbered
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| Try to flee, but you can’t leave
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| You get paid to suffer
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| Section 7
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| At the time, didn’t recognize myself 'til I was petrified
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| But half the time I’m not myself
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| So most of the time I don’t question why
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| We did testify, but best I can do is buy some time
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| Spend my time folding time
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| Even met myself one time
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| You can’t see the kraken
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| Climbing out the bullshit that exists from the mouth |
| You can’t get out of debt
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| Just learn to keep on stabbing
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| In the heart with a fucking knife
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| You drop it before you can catch it
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| Do you see what’s taxing?
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| All life’s a moment before the grave
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| You’re only optimally the passenger, a slave
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| From the middle finger
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| Open up the sewers before you, drop this ring, reave
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| The culture hiding behind this life, kill the pain
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| At the time, didn’t recognize myself 'til I was petrified
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| Black body, body
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| But half the time I’m not myself
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| So most of the time I don’t question why
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| Black body, body
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| We did testify, but best I can do is buy some time
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| Black body, body
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| Spend my time folding time
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| Even met myself one time
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body
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| Black body, body (with no hope)
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| Black body, body (with no hope)
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| Black body, body (with no hope)
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| Black body, body (with no hope)
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| Black body, body (with no hope)
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| Nothing matters anymore
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| You can’t see the kraken
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| Climbing out the bullshit that exists from the mouth
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| You can’t get out of debt
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| Just learn to keep on stabbing
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| In the heart with a fucking knife
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| You drop it before you can catch it
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| Do you see what’s taxing?
|
| All life’s a moment before the grave
|
| You’re only optimally the passenger, a slave
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| From the middle finger
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| Open up the sewers before you, drop this ring, reave
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| The culture hiding behind this life, kill the pain
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| Section 8
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| All I see are sycophants
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| Hunting for that little bit
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| Never will get sick of it
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| Take it like the middle one
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| Learned about how sick it is
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| Every word is cinema
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| Find me off a precipice
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| Flying like the state of drugs
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| Dance, you motherfucker
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| Get on 'em, motherfucker
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| Get 'em like a man
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| Petite like Southern, hit up like clan
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| Ya’ll nations are stuck in gutters fastened by checks
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| Desert creek kumbaya, feed that snake like mud
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| I’m too sick now to eat, I inspect my money just 'cause
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| Question must be scroungin'
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| Nobody came to flex, it’s poundin'
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| But I bet that’s next, the mountain flecks
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| Off this map’s rips, it’s grounded
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| By the thousands, they walked in the valley
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| Act like you care while I get you out of it
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| Like I said, get the fuck off my couch
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| Ain’t worth shit if it ain’t about me
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| All I see are sycophants
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| Hunting for a little bit
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| Never get sick of it
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| Take it like the middle one
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| Fucks you admitted for?
|
| All I see are sycophants
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| Hunting for a little bit
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| Never get sick of it
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| Take it like the middle one
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| Learned about how sick it is
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| Every word is cinema
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| Find me off a precipice
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| Flying like the state of drugs
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| I’d rather not get involved
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| I’m not that much, never been that much
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| But I saw too much to pay shit off
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| Too stuck, no way, weigh off that much
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| What can I say? |
| Fuck what you say
|
| You can ask around if you think I’m frontin'
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| Never been that much, but I got here first
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| Get the fuck out, bitch, while I do my work
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it
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| And I move with it, and I move with it |