| Back it up, Back it up, Bury the blade
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| Tourniquet, turn a bit, permanent fade
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| Serving it, surrogate, silicone limbs
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| Delicate digging, it take away pain
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| Isn’t it crazy to see (woo)
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| Isn’t it crazy to watch (yee)
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| Telling the truth of the matter, ay
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| I don’t know, where did we stop?
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| Make a life for these songs, yeah
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| Take a life for these wrongs, yeah
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| Take a hike and I pop a vicodin
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| Under lights and these palms
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| And I’m now devising these psalms
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| For a God that’s gotta be long gone
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| Making a man and a woman
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| Instead of our planet and plants and beyond, yeah
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| Take it to the moon
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| Pearly gate’s say who are you
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| Bitch you’re doomed, not enough room
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| Gotta go soon but you wanna know who, who
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| Who gonna ride, who gonna die
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| Who gonna cry for the body and the soul that’s rotting
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| Who gonna pay for the plot and the grave and the rest
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| And the rest is depressing, sorry
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| Yo, where the… where are we right now?
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| How did I get here… get back here motherfucker
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| Yuh
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| And I been sipping the fine wine
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| Spilling the blood of the Yung God
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| Serving the people the same time
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| That I’ve been serving for some odd
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| Reason to be, got a little bitty demon now
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| Seeming to be screaming at me
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| But im never really gonna fall, gonna fall for the breeze (breeze)
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| Season to leave, like seasonally
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| Got a briefing, but a demon’s seething
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| I gotta get another way to make it even
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| Said I need a reason
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| Cross me like Jesus, ice ice cold finna freeze us
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| Oh no
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| Where did I land
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| I swear to got I don’t know who I am
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| I’m just a man
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| What is my price
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| I made it alone with a roll of the dice and I bet…
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| Yo where are we right now?.. Oh hey
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| Hey man, I got you. |
| Let me check Google Maps real quick
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| Yeah we in the building
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| Are we going up or down
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| Cuz based on how you work
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| You’re a pauper or you wear the crown
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| I’m gon' be the king, and then I’ll abdicate
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| I don’t need to run the game for long
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| I got a greater race
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| That is headed for the stars (skrrrr)
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| At worst we gonna reach the moon
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| The vision’s wider than the Milky Way
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| Bring some cereal and a spoon
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| Cuz we eating getting big dinners
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| And a big ol' lunch
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| You know we bringing all the trouble we a crazy little bunch, ugh |