| Im always waking up to sirens
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| Yo pack it, pass it
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| Anything to close these eyelids
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| Yo boy trynna bloom like Iris
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| Someone better strap me up I’m going loco
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| Wishing i could be back local
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| Back in '04 mom’s Volvo
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| Yo my days now they move slo-mo
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| Killing times kicking rocks on that corner
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| Im lawless with no order
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| Trynna be flawless my a order
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| Shoot like comets straight towards you (please)
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| Remove your hands imm tryna breathe
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| Like fuck this class im trynna dream
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| Got what it takes they still don’t believe
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| But know I got a couple tricks up my sleeve
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| High like the seats on a rover
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| This is life bro I sleep when its over
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| Have a little bit of weed with the cobra
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| Won’t stop till im deep in a coma
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| I be who I wanna
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| Low-key you know me
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| I keep it rocking like ocean
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| I slit my wrists and its golden
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| All I know is I know this
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| That it’s
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| All gon' be straight
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| I ain’t tripping bro its all gon' be straight
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| (all gon' be straight)
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| So mind your business bro its all gon' be straight
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| (all gon' be straight)
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| Like why not i said its all gon' be straight
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| (all gon' be straight)
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| Like why a lot
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| From the north
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| (from the north)
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| To the south
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| (to the south)
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| Im off like labor day
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| And i hate to say
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| But yo please can you shut your mouth
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| From the east
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| (from the east)
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| To the west
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| Fresh dress off a little bit of west
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| Till I bench press
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| Cold shit type of shit leave the bed wet
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| Said its depressing
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| (straight depressing)
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| Straight depressing how we moving
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| I wake up and count my loses
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| Still i swear Im never losing
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| This that g shit
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| For those who don’t kill
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| Speak shit until my throat ill
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| Get seasick i got boat
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| Yo jesus we move so ill
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| I ain’t trying be concerned
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| When these people tangle my nerves
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| Yo im lethal you got my word
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| My cerebral it move absurd
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| Back when I was sweeping floors
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| And just keying to open doors
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| Lets believe in something more
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| No excuses take the world
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| Damn
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| Fel move through on the ones and twos
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| Letting hell break lose
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| Smoking L’s on stoops
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| Never misconstrue what the kid gonna do
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| Movin corners groove to groove
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| (thats groove to groove)
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| Up and down like 2 on 2s
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| Still vibin
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| And thats great
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| Same old CT shit with less mistakes
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| Home set the bar let me lift the weight
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| I said |