| Yeah
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| Occupation
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| Standing on the corner of this outdoor building
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| Maximum hydration
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| I take off in my spaceship
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| My room smell like cigarettes
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| I tell my homies I quit
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| I take Lysol and spray it
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| I’m a walking explanation
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| Of what happens when you’re very comfortable with masturbation
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| You can’t keep eye contact in conversation
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| But still rap good and smile big like probation
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| I’m taking trips to where its certified an oasis
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| And still miss the corner store like it’s home base and
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| Ducking old girls like dodgeball and white government
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| I’m paranoid like turning off your location
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| Could have a cypher or miss that rotation
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| Its me, John Tanner’s boss (?) earn is bacon
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| Hit the fuse, now I’m lit like a circuit breaker
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| And I don’t even know, what the fuck’s a circuit breaker
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| Mink coat with the tail dragging
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| This bitch ass so fat
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| My lip hang like a (?) dragon
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| At the corner store deli cuts
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| Get a Reuben doing manly shit
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| With my belly tucked
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| And my chest out
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| My shit be the best out
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| Snorlax wtih the rest out
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| Me wake up |
| Mega kick to the chest with these Vans
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| Leave a waffle print, step on your neck
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| Smoking cancer, having mad regrets
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| But I’m never losing half a step
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| Cause Michael Cera ain’t become my friend
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| A nigga won’t hold back for nothing
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| B & E the game, no eggs and bacon
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| Haha
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| Tick tick |