| Last night, night, night, night, night
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| I dreamt of the wildest
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| Say last night, night, night, night, night
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| I kept to my self, shit, I checked on my health, shit
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| I finished the bottle, I slept with my conscious
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| I did the unthought of, I cut off my phone, see
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| I walked in the crowd then I stopped for a picture
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| I felt so alone
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| And last night, I wrote what I want in life
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| And last night, I swallowed my own advice
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| I called up my backups, told 'em to back up
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| And worked on my manhood, the pussy was damn good
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| I pray to my God, I walk with the people
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| I loaded my weapon, she told me to ease up
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| Crowded faces I put on
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| To be seen is all we want
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| All these freaks come out these holes
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| Just to be or not belong
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| When it’s darkest before dawn
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| If it’s quiet, not for long
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| Tell the Sun I’m on my way
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| Right to see what I become
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| And last night, I dreamt of my past life
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| Woke up with the morning wood
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| Forever misunderstood
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| Walk up to the corner store knowing I ain’t want nothing
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| I cop a lighter and bust a move
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| Always got too much to do, always on the way somewhere
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| Outerspace is the face I wear
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| Take the bullshit away somewhere
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| Spot the imposter, my patience thinner than angel hair
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| Don’t touch the ashtray, I put the last of my faith in there
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| And last night, yeah, while my body was home allow my mind to be gone
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| Couple texts from my exes and I still ain’t respond
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| Never feelin' the pressure to be up pressin' no buttons
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| Always facing my death, tell the reaper to run it
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| If you don’t know why you here, then R.I.P won’t mean nothing
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| I done seen too much, watch the queen turn junkie
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| Like Billie Jean try to fix a broken heart with a broken rubber
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| Crowded faces I put on
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| To be seen is all we want
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| All these freaks come out these holes
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| Just to be or not belong
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| When it’s darkest before dark
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| If it’s quiet, not for long
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| Tell the Sun I’m on my way
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| Right to see what I become |