| Do it faithfully
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| I don’t think they’re really who they claim to be
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| Been in LA think it jaded me
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| Didn’t call you that was the faded me
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| Woah
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| On the edge of the map then I drop
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| Keep a watch, demons pop up open shop
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| Walk the walls like I’m S.W.A.T., could you not?
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| Stir the pot, goldie locked at my spot
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| LA bop, she got face but no thoughts, yea
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| Like a church with no God just a box, yea
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| What’s your purp, did you write yourself a plot yet?
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| And we taking what you got, yea
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| You live in a glass house
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| Careful when we rock, yea
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| Do it faithfully
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| I don’t think they’re really who they claim to be
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| Been in LA think it jaded me
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| Didn’t call you that was the faded me
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| And when they came through for the round-up
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| Blood-stained smiles when they found us
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| People only there when you up now
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| Wonder why I never come around much
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| Ain’t enough 'round here to go round
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| Wish I knew then what I know now
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| Had to get it popping on my own, wow
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| Cloudy with a chance it feel like home now
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| And I think I gotta slow down
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| All these drugs make me feel alone
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| Rarely taking pictures when I go out
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| Everybody looking like a clone now
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| Do it faithfully
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| I don’t think they’re really who they claim to be
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| Been in LA think it jaded me
|
| Didn’t call you that was the faded me
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| Woah
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| On the edge of the map then I drop |