| I got to feel the sunshine
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| I got to feel the thoughts of your mind on mine
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| Then I’ll never die
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| Beneath the darkened sky
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| Excuse my babble, I talk until I got lengthy
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| Certain topics get the best of my interest don’t mean I’m friendly
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| Running like a leaky faucet
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| See we toss it to the side throw it in the closet
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| Very rare for me to lose my cool
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| We in a school full of stools
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| Sitting at a table dissecting these facts like they ain’t true
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| Who told you you can get away with telling these lies?
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| Before you swallow oxygen look me in the eyes
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| Reflection in the mirror we don’t recognize it
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| Paint a canvas in my image
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| Put a frame around it
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| Don’t even hang it cause I’m looking like
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| This supposed to be me?
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| Analyzing every logistic how can I fix it?
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| Changing everything but what I need help with
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| See now I’m trippin'
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| Now I’m fishing for a crack in the ceiling so I can ditch it
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| Rules golden like the mouth that I speak with to bite the tension
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| Count on me to let you down cause that’s realistic. |
| Rules
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| They say the chief of the tribe took a handsome bribe
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| Now his face is everywhere but he’s hard to find
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| Super prime, on the grind, in the modern times
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| Gains from the game in exchange for a sober mind
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| And young’un you can hug the block, but it won’t hug back
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| Until it do, and it squeeze and your spine go snap
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| Like feet chasing paper then his lungs just collapse
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| Ain’t no freedom at the trap, it’s as simple as that
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| Pay a hater no mind, because that don’t matter
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| Why whip slaves when you can just kill master?
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| Slaves getting brave to guard masters' interests
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| They too shall feel it once we snap the clip in
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| So no threats only oaths, get well or catch hell
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| Shop open get dosed, medina hours baby, we never close
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| And how ever the banks go this balance don’t broke
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| Salaam folks |