| Boys talking only clothes
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| There’s nothing more to discuss
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| So i could fantasize about things
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| That freaking me out
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| Surround myself
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| With imaginary neighbours
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| That bring some real bands
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| And they can’t betray man for the paper
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| I got my jaw wired shut so i kept my mouth closed
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| Word to my dead people
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| They know
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| The silence is gold…
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| There we go
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| But fuck i’m rich enough like a Gold digger
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| So that I could confront and control my troll ego
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| Can’t go as a small figure, you know I’m a smart chigga
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| And I’m chillin with some fellas who see me much more bigger
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| I don’t fuck with chatty rappers, these actors are wasted
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| Cause i know you won’t be so brave, when you face me
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| So better ask your mute folks, where’s their cute hoes
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| And why they always pussied out, when they should show some balls?
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| Still from the places where used to hate smoky
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| Im feeling op, im talking high, im staying Low key
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| Sick of this clone wars, copies of a copies
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| It’s funny how next to these boys im feeling like black coffee
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| And I’m always walk it like I talk it
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| You’ll never see me in person
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| I’m always working
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| Rappers looking over my shoulders
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| In hope to look behind the curtain
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| How he did it? |
| Why the sound so perfect?
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| And you already on the hook if you heard it
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| I studied way too long
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| It was worth it
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| Fuck jealousy it’s for the birds
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| So all you can do
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| Leave tire tracks like skrt |