| From my niche, solidified on top
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| Stomp my feet around my block
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| Am I quick? |
| — hold me down 'round my spot
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| In the cit I’m not left alone, susceptible and prone to be got
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| Make my home, I won’t stop
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Mechanical like a bull, my movements are sporadic
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| So emphatic, the way I pull my eyelids when they bat
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| See where I’m at, covered in wool
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| Grammatically hit you, gravitate you, feed you 'til your full
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| I hit you too hard, a sheep
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| Who creep on fertile ground when they asleep? |
| — a wolf, transformed before your
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| eyes from on the street
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| My poise is slightly off 'til I match it with my surroundings
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| Adapt to the situations most people are found drowned in
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| Offer myself as very good condition to train victim
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| Take on the pressure, explode just so the stains stick 'em
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| The martyrs of Jones & Carter progressing, hitting harder
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| Professing that I’m possessing the lessons being imparted
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| And the way it all unfolds: verbatim, story told
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| Don’t hate 'em: they participators, reaching the common goal
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| Goes to those in flight, who hit to submit to right
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| Forget that the problem’s there, and be thankful you get to fight
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| It ain’t the same since you left, things changed when you step
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| Rearrange to the left, so I’m leaning to the right
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| Trying to put it back in place and make up for the space where all the wrong
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| replacement
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| Nothing seems to ever fit
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| The blueprint of the original concept of what was established from beginning to
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| never end
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| To finish and never quit, enduring through every sin
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| To fall and get up again, complete the fulfillment
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| But you was unsatisfied, looking for a better lie
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| Tempted by the greener grass, falling off the narrow path
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| I ain’t mad, but it’s sad
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| What we had, it’s too bad we couldn’t work it out
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| We still could’ve talked about it
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| Now I’m looking through windowsills, while brothers are busting still
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| Praying that you ain’t the one that get caught in the hustle, and killed
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| You’re my cousin, but you’re more like my brother
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| Don’t let it trap you; |
| I’m trying to get at you
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Extend my hand to all, y’all
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| Got your number, call y’all
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| Touch the matters of the heart, but get battle all, y’all
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| I ain’t scared, strict to bare stormy weather, idle fare
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| Looked in all the faces of the ones who slept, now they dead
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| Body frozen, bruised and beat in blood; |
| my nose is stink to see
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| Up a league, you’re strong and eat, and add the fibre, slow to peak
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| And focus, you lose it
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| For folks who lose it, who notice chokes and brews in disguise
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| And the panic infusing those who ain’t abusing
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| I been standing at these crossroads, looking for these lost souls
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| Broken down, lost, old, throwing blows, on the ropes
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| On the slippery slope, trying to climb on the grind
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| Trying to find where they’re meant to go
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| Purpose driven living with a prodigal son rep
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| Bawling 'til none’s left, feeling you’re too far gone and can’t come home
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| Even though you have done wrong, it ain’t too late 'cause I be waiting by the
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| gate, baby, trying to get at you
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| Where have you gone?
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| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention
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| Been so crazy since you left home
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| You need to get at me, get at me
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| Where have you gone?
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| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention
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| Been so crazy since you left home
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| You need to get at me, get at me
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Searching to and fro, harder as the wind it blows
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| Peeping through open windows — where have you gone?
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| Message is the same; |
| got it for you, here they go
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| Where have you gone?
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| It’s been so long, and I’ve been trying to get your attention
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| Been so crazy since you left home
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| You need to get at me, get at me
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| You need to get at me |