| Yeah I never sold my soul
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| That’s a route I never rode
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| Way too many people fake it
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| You know that’s just how it goes
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| I made songs about my woes
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| 'bout my highs and 'bout my lows
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| Yeah you know I’m flawed and
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| All my demons follow where I go
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| Yeah
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| I think I might mess up
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| Ay
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| They just cannot catch up
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| Wow
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| I think I might mess up ay
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| I just crashed my tesla
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| Yeah
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| On my rap shit
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| On my little bit of this and that shit
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| No distractions
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| In my contractions
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| Making so much I pay quarterly taxes
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| They don’t know what Imma do
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| When I line up to shoot 'em
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| I snap man I’m ready to blow
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| Stackin' the profits there ain’t no damn stoppin'
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| There ain’t no more talkin' I’m ready to go
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| Yeah
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| Reaper chasin' after me
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| My demons always laugh at me
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| I gotta find a way out man
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| I gotta find a way out
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| Yeah I never sold my soul
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| That’s a route I never rode
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| Way too many people fake it
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| You know that’s just how it goes
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| I made songs about my woes
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| 'bout my highs and 'bout my lows
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| Yeah you know I’m plotting
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| All my demons follow where I go
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| Yeah
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| Flexin' flexin'
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| Like they investin'
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| All of the Saturday shit I’m obsessed with
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| I become rich off creative expression
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| Spent all my time on the music no restin'
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| Yeah
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| Still making hits in my bedroom (bedroom)
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| Still livin' like I’ll be dead soon (dead soon)
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| Still makin' music to rescue (rescue)
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| Everybody from these lames (lames)
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| I don’t ever wanna change (change)
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| Still kinda scared of the fame (fame)
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| I just wanna keep it same (same)
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| In my bedroom where I stay
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| Reaper chasin' after me
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| My demons always laugh at me
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| I gotta find a way out man
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| I gotta find a way out
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| Yeah I never sold my soul
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| That’s a route I never rode
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| Way too many people fake it
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| You know that’s just how it goes
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| I made songs about my woes
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| 'bout my highs and 'bout my lows
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| Yeah you know I’m plotting'
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| All my demons follow where I go
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| Reaper chasin' after me
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| My demons always laugh at me
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| I gotta find a way out man
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| I gotta find a way out
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side
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| If I die Ima die a damn legend when I’m fried
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| Put like all my fucking money in my grave right by my side |