| I’m a headless horseman on quilted sand dunes
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| With my neck wide open, I pray for refuge
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| 'Cause since I’ve been found I’ve been living a life in cages
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| Withering down to the champagne quicksand
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| Wrestling doubt I’ve been dragging around for ages
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| I tried to let it drain but my veins are hopeless
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| 'Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it
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| Angels say trust the detox
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| But I’m shaking, I need it like bourbon in my coffee cup
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| I’m a tri-tone bible with misprint logic, oh yeah
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| I count lunar cycles with faithless prophets
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| 'Cause since I’ve been found I’ve been living a life in cages (life in cages)
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| Withering down to the champagne quicksand (champagne quicksand)
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| Wrestling doubt I’ve been dragging around for ages (dragging around for ages)
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| I tried to let it drain but my veins are hopeless
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| 'Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it
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| Angels say trust the detox
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| But I’m shaking, I need it like bourbon in my coffee cup
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| Ay, some guy might say what you can’t do
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| But I say that it ain’t true
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| 'Cause a guy and an angel when I light 'em
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| An artist I might paint you
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| They got thoughts but it ain’t food
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| I know life is a painful place and the same fools hatin' will be the ones
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| With a similar path to the same one you’ve taken
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| And for a little bit, I can’t stay but
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| I gotta make the most of my time
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| Focus and grind 'cause the whole city dyin'
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| And I’ve never had the glory but I’m tryin'
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| And I’ve tried, and I advise
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| Live to stop the liar
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| Like a visor block the shine and
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| Let the light and truth be told a Michael Tyson
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| And remember and ta-ta
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| Get a bit discouraged, or maybe that was misworded
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| Or let it be misquoted
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| But I feel like it’s certain that I walk for it like toward the Lord and lead
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| them all like tutorials
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| Like Toro y Moi the cause of this all is life and that shit’s hard
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| Still fuck what a naysayer may say
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| On stage in the bay, hit the nae nae
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| Serious like the radio can’t say
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| I got dreams I’mma make it
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| But until my AKA is the greatest, I don’t give a fuck about an alias
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| I am human, I’m homosapien, makin' the best of my situation
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| 'Cause I loved in cold blood and got used to it
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| Angels say trust the detox
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| But I’m shaking, I need it like bourbon in my coffee cup (bourbon in my coffee
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| cup) |