| Yo, pass me that over there?
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| Peep all of this free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| Peep all of this free shit
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| Like going to see your mother when it’s overdue
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| Laughing with her while she cook for you
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| When your man hands you a book
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| Cause he can tell you look gloomy
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| And that shit liftin your Spirit
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| Like man this book full of truth for real
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| Smellin' the flora, tearing the floor up
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| Two steppin' and letting go when you caught up
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| That wavy daylight in the autumn, ideas born out of boredom
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| Standing your ground when they all wrong
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| Keeping it raw
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| Keeping a promise, keeping a breezy on a long leash
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| Feeling like equals around is free
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| No red bottom achilles heels, the dialoge is really real
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| You know you can’t her from diamonds and beamer seats
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| A day with your old folks, memory lane, photos
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| A big nice hole in the ozone, just feeling warm
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| In a fleece with no logo, it ain’t no snow beach polo
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| But good enough long as the cashflow’s slower than rowboats
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| Waking up solo, ahhh, waking up so low
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| Even though she was gonna let you tap like morse code
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| Even more so, cuz the vibe was getting hard to swallow
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| Like eating cardboard with a sore throat
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| I heard you getting paid, sounded soft like soufflés
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| My shit go hard like a Tuesday
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| I see you rolling in that coupe with no toupee
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| But in my mind I’ll make a hover board out of a food tray
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| That’s free shit
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| That’s free shit
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| That’s free shit
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| Peep all of this free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| It’s free shit
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| Peep all of this free shit
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| It’s free |