| Yeah I’m like fuck it, I let the temple run
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| And push the feelings so deep that I never tell no one
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| I hope the ending’s coming soon but no it’s just begun
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| I battle waging war for my spirit I think the devil won
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| I’m feeling that, going and spittin real how do you deal with that
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| I reel it back, wondering where my next fucking meal is at
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| Revealing that, I’m almost breaking but let’s conceal the fact
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| And seal the hatch before all these therapists try to peel it back
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| The hunger taking a hold of my fucking mind, I know it
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| As soon as that door start to open, the industry close it
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| Ran out of love when I picked all the petals off the roses
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| Now I feed on my opponents!
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| See they don’t get me but judge when they never met me
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| And trying to throw some dirt and bury me more than 10 feet
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| Y’all will sell your soul for a minute of being famous
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| Then you look at us like we’re the ones that y’all should be afraid of (Huh?)
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| You talking grind but you can’t handle it
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| We got the flame burning up on both sides of the candlestick
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| I’ll be alright if I can make it through the stress
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| You’ll have to drive a wooden stake right through my heart to stop the threat
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| They call us lost boys
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| Drop noise, loud as it gets and y’all can pop toys
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| Top choice been writing since they said to stop boy
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| Never listening to y’all again, I know the hate will be disguised when friends
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| Don’t let us in!
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| They call us lost boys
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| Drop noise, loud as it gets and you can pop toys
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| Top choice been writing since they said to stop boy
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| Never listening to y’all again, yeah the hate will be disguised as friends
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| Don’t let us in!
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| Homie listen I’m not a rapper, I’m more a business
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| You ain’t afraid of the competition, invite me in then
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| Come out at night when I’m fully rested in gold and crimson
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| When on the mic I start floating they’re like «The GOAT has risen!»
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| You wanna battle me homie then come and do your worst
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| I span the galaxy with one speech, that’s a universe!
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| They wanna put up parameters but I’m too diverse
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| Think I’m done? |
| You’re dead wrong like switching bodies in a hearse
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| I’m cursed to walk the site forever with a thirst for blood
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| You heard the buzz, you know who I’ll be, and if you don’t you should
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| Feeling good, better than that I’m feeling fucking legendary
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| You’re my Supernatural powers, I’m not afraid to carry
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| A boy in a bubble then took off the muzzle I’m vicious
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| I’ll fucking bite the kid and fixes and sinches and stitches
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| A mental state more like before the plaques and riches
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| So if I’m plain I throw it all on the table and risk it
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| Yeah, keeping us out like «Lost boys don’t come in the house»
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| And everybody wanna talk big big game and still complain I don’t need that now
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| I’m on my own shit forever, we keep the circle small
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| And yeah it’s love over money so I don’t fuck with y’all
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| They call us lost boys
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| Drop noise, loud as it gets and y’all can pop toys
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| Top choice been writing since they said to stop boy
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| Never listening to y’all again, I know the hate will be disguised when friends
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| Don’t let us in!
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| They call us lost boys
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| Drop noise, loud as it gets and you can pop toys
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| Top choice been writing since they said to stop boy
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| Never listening to y’all again, yeah the hate will be disguised as friends
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| Don’t let us in! |