| Maybe I was wrong. |
| Maybe I was right
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| Maybe obey. |
| Maybe don’t sprite
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| Maybe don’t hate on some shit you never knew about
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| All these mother-fuckers in the gutter took the sewer route
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| I’m tryina speak truth. |
| I’m tryina get through
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| All the while still find time to get loose
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| All the while still tryina make my way to Idlewild
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| Green grass. |
| Thick milfs smoking. |
| Call em pot-o-files
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| I be fucking bars up. |
| Especially when I’m charged up
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| Backseat blogging. |
| Big body on the charger
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| Two tone rebel, like some level headed armor
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| Fucking up some destiny. |
| Indebted to the karma
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| I can peddle backwards. |
| I don’t rock a fixed gear
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| I don’t need to pump breaks. |
| I just stay in sixth gear.
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| Yeah
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| Cold chilling. |
| Winning. |
| Some losses
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| If you never took an «L», then you’ll never be a boss
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| Fuck plan B
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| We got plan A
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| And hell yeah I be going for it all day
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| They concede. |
| We conceive. |
| Let the band play
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| Only give it up for a seed or my death day
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| I’m tryina move dreams out. |
| Tryina see the dream house
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| While they all gassed up we be in the greenhouse
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| Yeah
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| Cold chilling. |
| Winning. |
| Some losses
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| If you never took an «L», then you’ll never be a boss
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| No plan B
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| We got a plan A
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| And hell yeah I be going for it all day
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| Hell yeah I be going for it all day
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| Hell yeah I be going for it all day
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| Fool proof mirrors. |
| Lights so bright
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| That money look good and that song sound nice
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| And I don’t see a reason over feinding for a fight
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| So I’m playing these cards. |
| Hope I’m playing them right
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| Right, yeah
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| But no prob. |
| with it. |
| I just bob with it
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| Step out thankful. |
| Hell yeah — I got a job in it
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| Like Black Rob, we oh’d just like woah
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| With a hand to the sky for shit we don’t know
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| Cause we take our dreams, put them in 3D
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| Take them out that box. |
| Put them in that street
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| Let them do that work. |
| Let them all just breathe
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| Hell yeah I’ll be on it, cause them two tones cheat
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| It’s grey scales 'til flat line
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| 'Til I start to like golf and rock derby’s while I’m chilling on the back nine
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| Rocking a Jesus piece that’s ironic
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| Reading Richard Dawkins, sipping tangere and tonic
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| Like a boss might. |
| I set it off right
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| That two tone rebel never takes an off night
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| Paying dues for a minute. |
| Get the cost right
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| Keep my shit cold. |
| I ain’t in it for the frostbite
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| I’m in it for the green grass. |
| In it for the good times
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| In it for the plot twists. |
| In it for the story lines
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| Yeah |