| I’ve been lynched chopped up, fair to the vicious
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| my brain’s.I'm bubble misses
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| I know how sick this, this this,
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| but I’m just listing all the way I’ve been daggin in my fortune
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| I’m a walking contradiction like a corp doing the moon walk
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| been diggin by the. |
| what a use for. |
| poors
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| I find new ports stopped in my eyes sockets
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| with my palms in the sky screaming loud: Stop it!
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| blood is, stream down the face, these God dreams keep me awake
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| twisted the range well, what can I say
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| I can’t explain the pain that explain the death,
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| explain the flames that my fruit digest
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| not down my lane frame leave me with stress
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| some say I’m just anxious,
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| I just think I need to eat cheap less
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| I go and stop dreaming to waiting for a.
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| got two ruffles and feathers and wake em all up
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| I got and stop dreaming dreaming
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| all this time I’ve been sleeping
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| stop make believin or wake them all up.
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| As I rotate in the mirror looking possessed under the spell
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| I propel this fantasies I once left on the shelf
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| and my left brain together, do ourselves-themselves well,
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| 'cause they make a good content, another story to tell,
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| suffer suffocation plus bubble gum bubble
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| as it raps around my face, dear Lord I’m in trouble
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| strangled by spaghetti to the brother can’t breathe
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| somebody wake me up from a world that can’t leave
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| I love the dream the women sell the seven seas,
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| flow through the clouds and all here talking dreams,
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| instead of this capitation. |
| be free CD’s
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| .disease exist with the.
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| I know what you’re thinking. |
| medicine
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| .this inside this is Federline
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| has it lost the state white death, what’s the relevance?
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| just skip track if your stomach it’s kind of delicate.
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| I go and stop dreaming to waiting for a.
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| got two ruffles and feathers and wake em all up
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| I got and stop dreaming dreaming
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| all this time I’ve been sleeping
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| stop make believin or wake them all up.
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| I’m always drowning in these dreams can’t swim on this .way
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| black ocean losing from hell, losing for pist,
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| hear the meanings and clean card cliches
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| I just wrote this down, go for my.
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| you have permission proceed I I I go for.
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| surfing baileys for those to see
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| feel from the sky and cut from the clouds
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| I’ve been several high. |
| cloud I’ll bring em down oh
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| and there’s my faces the up,
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| and lock this for extra had my teeth on the cup,
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| I’m sinking in the duck,
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| tryin find my rough within the world that never tongues
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| a flame that never. |
| I just wanna see you smile,
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| I don’t wanna see your fiz,
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| and even though these minutes. |
| feel our years
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| I love to stick around and stick more stories,
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| but I got to get going, my ladies cooking for me now
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| Bake world real feeling
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| why we’re seating on the ceiling?
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| it is a vow a view from here
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| dream hard will it.
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| Bake world real feeling
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| why we’re seating on the ceiling?
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| it is a vow a view from here
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| dream hard will it. |