| Last time, c’mon man
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| Devon Miles is right here, don’t you embarass yourself
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| Devon motherfucking kilometres in here, this bitch
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| I just came from Canada, I’m still in the metric system
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| Hahahaha
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| My blood cells are little boats for tiny demons
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| Water rafting up my blood streaming
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| For that reason, I will never pass a drug screening
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| Screaming, nose bleeding every time I’m done dreaming
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| Young and uneven, lungs full of what the sun breathing
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| I guess that’s why they gravitating to me
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| Imagination loopy as fallopian tubey
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| Fuck her, pull out then fill her throat with a smoothie and call it breakfast
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| Running round headless with these 100 pound peasants
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| Gunning down flexers with these underground treasures
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| Fuck it, Underwater breathing harder than I did above it
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| Though I love it, make her swallow kid just to keep from coughing
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| An evil genius so this pleases me
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| So high, ion need TV, just leave me be
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| With a bag of shrooms and a leaky freak
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| Licking molly off her EBT
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| Microscopic dinosaurs boil in the mud
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| I’m like full in the club, you don’t ever see me, you don’t ever see me,
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| you don’t ever see me, you don’t ever me
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| And everything’s a crack rock and everything’s a padlock
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| Everything is watching so everything’s a snapshot
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| But you don’t ever see me, you don’t ever see me, you don’t ever see me
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| Keep these bitches guessing, that’s my greatest weapon
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| And I done ate already cuz it’s like 8:11
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| And she like that’s right, right there, right there, that’s my favorite section
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| Girl when my sins get heavy, see you my favorite heaven
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| And I been up like all night and day
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| A pillow fort to hide your gorgeous face
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| Why cop the Porsche if not for open space?
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| Lawyer look like Cassius Clay
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| Sometimes feel like Tom Hanks off Castaway
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| And girl, I say that just to say that I been eyeing on you
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| Yea, yea, yea, you
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| Get the same jaded stares from the coupe but a hoop
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| Ain’t with the who’s-who's or playing with the lose-lose
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| I’m just a fucking hoot interested in knocking the boots
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| And turn a little miss piggy every which way but loose
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| Your best friend looking at us like which one of them gon shoot?
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| Thought that was your baby boo but she done gave up the loot so quickly
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| We’ll be here for years on why he picked me |