| Could it be the way that I talk to myself
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| You say I snapt
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| Like a rubber band
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| U might not understand
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| But oh well
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| Say I snapt
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| Like a cap
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| Like a post man with a fuckin strap
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| Yea I’m Waking up lucid but I’m screaming
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| Yea I’m Makin music in my sleep with Demons
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| Tryna make stacks yea I’m scheming
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| Yea I’m Boutta make some racks off streaming
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| Where’s the bag
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| Im gunna own it
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| Cuz that’s all that matters in the moment
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| They say I snapt
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| What make em say that
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| Could it be the way that I talk to myself
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| You say I snapt
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| Like a rubber band
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| U might not understand
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| But oh well
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| I don’t owe no motherfuckin explanation
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| Imma do me my way I’m already late no waitin
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| For no shit to fall into my lap I need to go and take it
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| Ain’t no body gunna do it for me I can’t fake it
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| Till I make it, yo that’s never been my move
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| These Cards are on the table some against me till I lose
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| Or choose to rise above it ride the wave and live my life
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| I don’t wanna hate myself the day I finally die
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| I don’t wanna wake every morning to a lie
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| I don’t wanna cry until my sockets runnin dry
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| I dont wanna hide from myself just by getting high
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| I don’t wanna waste my time as my life flys by
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| They say they think I snapt
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| What make em say that
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| Could it be the way that I talk to myself
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| You say I snapt
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| Like a rubber band
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| U might not understand
|
| But oh well
|
| They say I snapt
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| What make em say that
|
| Could it be the way that I talk to myself
|
| You say I snapt
|
| Like a rubber band
|
| U might not understand
|
| But oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well
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| Oh well |