| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Nigga just wanna be seen
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| Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
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| Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Still, I can’t let that shit get to me no
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| Rain down on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Rain down on me
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| I got all these bitches on me
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| So why do I feel so lonely?
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| No more bad karma
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| Can’t forget the day I got it tatted on me West Atlanta homie
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| Out in Southern California bumping Tony Toni Tone
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| Checkered past got you jumping to conclusion, you don’t never ask,
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| you just be assuming, down bad
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| I was really going through it, family, music, nothing else mattered to me
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| And I ain’t perfect, never claimed to be
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| That surface shit is worthless, no stranger to murder after church service
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| Life be throwing me curves
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| She had me thinking perverted, there’s no worries
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| I light the blunt at four-twenty and save the world by four-thirty
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| So many did your boy dirty, but I ain’t trippin' or hurtin'
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| Thanks to this vision and purpose
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| I seldom scribble shit, forgettin' shit
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| Like fuck it, just keep swimmin' like Dory, transformin'
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| From the best-kept secret to something fuckin' historic
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| But still
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Nigga just wanna be seen
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| Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
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| Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Still, I can’t let that shit get to me, no
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| Rain down on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Rain down on me
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| I got all these bitches on me
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| So why do I feel so lonely?
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| Ok, where do I begin, connect the circuits
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| See, I’m tryna find a way, shit, in my defense
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| All that I was taught and known for I was grown was hate
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| «Boys don’t show emotion»
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| Only feel those 808s, come blow on my cartridge
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| All we got is games to play
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| Keepin' ancient secrets locked beneath us lost in P. E
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| Missin sex-ed, fucking teachers in our T-shirts on our hardwood
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| Bet her knee hurts on the real though
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| Me an expert on the physical exertion
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| My compassion never questioned 'til today
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| She said «Where's your empathy»
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| I don’t know
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| Guess they got the best of me
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| Hope it ain’t so
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| I was such a fresh pre-teen
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| And as a baby cub, a little flashy fiend
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| But I can
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| Life’s a whole lot more, I admit it
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| Biting nipples, pushing buttons
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| Young West African girl
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| You too busy twerkin' in the motherland
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| Got the energy in me, so I was wondering
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| Could you help me, Could you tell me?
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| What the fuck is wrong with me?
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Nigga just wanna be seen
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| Nobody fuckin with listening (whoa)
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| Still don’t know what’s wrong with me
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| Maybe I’m just a machine
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| Lately, I just don’t feel anything
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| This used to feel like a dream
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| Now I’m thrown out by your energy
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| Everything ain’t what it seems
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| Still, I can’t let that shit get to me, no
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| Rain down on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Shoo-be-doo-doo up on me
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| Rain down on me
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| I got all these bitches on me
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| So why do I feel so lonely? |