| When I was asleep I was a loose lovah
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| Groosfaba, hole-in-one kendama
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| Living for the high, third eye blind, I was out of it
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| Getting sick, quick -- the plot thickens, inject drama
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| Clowns surround found sounds and crown chakras
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| Overbite hounds, new age fake Dalai Llamas
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| Manila folder, low and behold, the cash flowin'
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| Showing off the snakes in the grass, we lawn mowing
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| Underdogs learning, burning oil at 12
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| It was a hoax, things we hold sacred and high
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| You made a joke off loving local, all you moguls
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| Got me straight up going loco 'til I woke up
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| Nepotism in favor of fortunate souls
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| You fit the mold
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| Bend over backwards, never do what we’re told
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| Bouncing on the latest trends, quick to pretend
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| The fine line you crossed between a foe and a friend
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| Hype riding, dick vibing, plus signin'
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| Beat biting, bootleg, pegging all day
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| Copy-pasting, lines tracing, basting
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| Ill-tasting, faking, getting away
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| You, I’m anomalous, ain’t anonymous
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| I only speak ominous when spoken to
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| I’m honest with demonics from the tropics
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| Like the plague im bubonic, I’m Sonic when I’m healin'
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| Verbal expose, to show the world your stealing
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| We incarnate, carnal knowledge
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| Our minds forage, akashic storage, spiritual porridge
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| Burning bridges we’ve crossed, the homies we’ve lost
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| They Judas
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| Toss the past in a bucket hat
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| Why do they do this
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| Nepotism in favor of fortunate souls
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| You fit the mold
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| Bend over backwards, never do what we’re told
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| Bouncing on the latest trends, quick to pretend
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| The fine line you crossed between a foe and a friend
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| You whack |