| Can’t stop spacing, oh no
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| Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream
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| Can’t stop spacing, and when I’m on the cloud
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| My feet square on the ground
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| My head up in the clouds, looking down, out of this town
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| You know I gotta try
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| My fuckin' brain’s on fire
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| Just gotta toke again, after that
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| Can’t stop spacing out, oh no
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| Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream
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| Yeah nigga, shoot 'em all, throw 'em right now
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| Starin' at ya sweatin' my wallys
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| My mind got vivid thoughts of what I’m supposed to be doin'
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| Got the blue and the cream, me and Rah blowin' steam
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| Sittin' with Tarrentin', nigga stackin' the green
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| Roll rockin', fan fuckin'
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| Snatchin' up mics at award shows, rollin' up O’s
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| Wu clothes, my flows are so detrimental
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| Space cadet keep a cassette of instrumentals
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| Sling slang the track like 'dick the hoes'
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| Super intelligent, verbally diminish the pros
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| A visionary, my mind’s like a rhyme war-zone
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| You can’t postpone the inevitable, king of the thrones
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| Ghostface
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| Can’t stop spacing, oh no
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| Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream
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| Can’t stop spacing, and when I’m on the cloud
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| My feet square on the ground
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| My head up in the clouds, looking down, out of this town
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| You know I gotta try
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| My fuckin' brain’s on fire
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| Just gotta toke again, after that
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| Can’t stop spacing out, oh no
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| Can’t stop spacing, on a daydream |