| It’s all good
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| Feel… like… I’m…
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| Trapped in the motion, trapped in the motion
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| No movement, not trapped in emotions
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| Rock and a hard place, till I’m sure I can swim to the shore
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| And cotch with my back to the ocean
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| Thinking about it
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| Ooh, yeah these drugs got me thinking about it
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| I can’t control what my head says
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| Stuck in a cloud of smoke, my thinking is clouded
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| Just wait till the raindrops
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| Yeah, Regime reign supreme all day, no way will the reign stop
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| I should’ve stayed in my day job
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| Should’ve stayed in my yard all day tryna wait till the pain stopped
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| Tryna wait till the ice and the snow came
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| 23 years young, tryna fight with my old age
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| Lines of the cocaine
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| You can’t live fast, die young living life in the slow lane
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| I never put trust in my instincts, for instance
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| I got my instinct telling me I’m fucking addicted
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| Getting stuck in them bitches
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| Taking the corners slow, I ain’t tryna get stuck in them ditches
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| They say all men are equal
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| But they sit in their chair giving orders whilst there’s a war with the people
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| Act like life isn’t worth shit
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| Life is a movie, we ain’t recording a sequel
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| All good is evil
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| All good is evil
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| What good is evil
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| When all good is evil?
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| We feel secure in our houses
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| Unaware that all four walls are falling around us
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| She’s out in them hot pants
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| You still think you’re in the trousers
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| I was thinking back then «should I ask her?»
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| And although I took my time, I eventually asked her
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| She answered the question
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| I questioned the answer
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| Thoughts can be lethal
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| Paint on a blackboard, chalk on the easel
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| Wearing your beanie
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| You can feel it in the air when you soar with the seagulls
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| It should all be illegal
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| But what’s taken more lives? |
| Is it the sword or the needle?
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| And when you’re choosing your weapon
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| Remember |