| Go fire department, call my mom
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| Said, «Your son dancin' on fire, it’s all night long»
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| I think I just decided, need a ride home
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| 95 percent, I go hard, still killing the vibe though
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| Oh, oh, oh
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| All day, goin' up in the city, ah
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| Chateau, so flow, it’s no biggie, ah
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| All these fucked up places, here we go
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| Big wave, I was scared, remember that
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| Nah homie, I’m serious
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| And once you feelin' us
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| And killin' niggas for all these perpendicular images
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| My flow is venomous
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| I promise they won’t remember this
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| I think I lost my car
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| I can’t see straight, I’m fucked
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| Everyone goes broke in the dark days
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| Boy no spark, these boys love to talk, for real
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, I’m wasted
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| Fuck that man, they too complacent
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| Punk rap shit, dummy on the stages
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| You ain’t a bastard, if a basic
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| Put that wack shit on the pavement
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| Now they like where’s J?
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| Fuck that nigga, he’s crazy
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| All that, but can’t even face me
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| Think about
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| Your life
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| Too much
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| I’m losin' light
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| I’m cruising on
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| I think a lot
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| I think about
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| You a lot
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| Too much
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| Do too much
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| I should be movin' on
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| (For sure) |