| Love thy hater
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| You know they say everything we hear is an opinion, not fact
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| And everything we see is perspective, not truth
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| The fewer the facts, the stronger the opinions
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| And opinion is the medium between knowledge and ignorance, bitch
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| I’m hoping that Heaven got a ghetto
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| So when I get there I can tell you to kiss my ass whole hearted
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| I’m back where I started
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| I’m a prisoner of my own success, but hardly
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| Caring enough to know that I’m dead without it
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| No cribs, no cars, no champagne
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| No bright lights, no bitches, no big stage
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| But fuck it, I’m in a better place
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| And I’m talking in third person in case you couldn’t relate
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| Diary of a monster, sometimes my mind fades
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| To a place not even I can explain
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| 'Cause there’s a thin line between genius and insane
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| Guess which one I am, I think it’s obvious that
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| They spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me
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| And they spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me
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| And I say that to say this, man, if life is a bitch
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| I’m gon' fuck her then tell her that I love her
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| Not beneath her or above her, but inside, no rubber
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| That’s my interpretation of motherfucker
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| No lie, no truth my life is a little bit of both
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| Who’s who? |
| Who knows anymore?
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| My choice is to get it in real moist so I can come hard
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| And the world is ours, better yet, bitch, mines
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| Shot at the moon just to be among stars
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| Then God alienated it and ended up on Mars
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| Serenity understand it, extraterrestrial, that I is
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| Think I do it all because, it’s obvious
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| They spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me
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| And they spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me
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| Lately, I’m seeing my whole life ahead of me
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| And I’m feeling like this life can never be (nah)
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| 'Cause a nigga on a whole 'nother pedigree (from ya)
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| I’m so far from home it feels like a million miles
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| And I’m long gone and ain’t no coming back
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| But really I never left
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| I’ve been silent yet at my the best
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| Y’all haters spread hatred like yawning
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| And I still find ways to make crochet hearts
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| Like Kanye my 808′s is a heartbreaker’s
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| Maybe me singing to your hearts a mistake
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| Nah, Maybe I’m just before my time
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| Or maybe it’s just that obvious
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| They spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me
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| And they spun a web, for me
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| Like a spider, they spun a web, for me |