| The faint breeze give me brainfreeze
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| Eyes closed, mind open, fake sleep
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| Same DVD playing on the same scene
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| My mind’s piano keeps playing in the same key
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| On the same note, same ringtone, same phone
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| Same old, polyphonic
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| Me and the beat go together like Wallace, Gromit
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| Heads, Tails, Sonic, on it, you want it?
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| Come and get it before it’s too late to take
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| Too late to change
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| Fuckboy you ain’t the same
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| I’ve been living out my suitcase for days
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| On my grind, Regime crew aim to reign
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| (Regime nigga) So brudda, don’t go there
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| I breathe water, I flow air, so rare
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| But you ain’t gotta flow there, you ain’t going nowhere
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| And even if you wanna go there, I don’t care
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| It’s too late to change course
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| To pull the plug on life support
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| To raise some ground
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| It’s fruitless trying to fight the sound
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| But in the same vein, tryna stay sane
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| As the thoughts ride through my mind like a freight train
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| High all the time and I stay blazed
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| Blazed like I’m on the wrong side of that AK
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| Stay in the same race at the same pace
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| You can never slow down, you can never change lanes
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| Cold airports and delayed planes
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| Sitting in the waiting room playing the wait game
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| But tryna change, you’re tryna save change
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| It’s like doing a hunger strike tryna gain weight
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| Wait… just tryna maintain
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| Just tryna save face, I’m tryna say if you
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| Cut your nose off despite your face
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| You’re the type to say cut your face off for weight loss
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| Nah nigga, you ain’t won, you ain’t lost
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| You’re just too concerned what problems that you ain’t got |