| I am the master of my fate
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| (Fate-fate-fate-fate)
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| How much do you know about Davy Jones?
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| Not much
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| Davy Jones
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| I am the the captain of my soul
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| Yeah
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| (My soul-my soul-my soul)
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| Yeah
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| I just got a box of that Mota on conny
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| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
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| I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
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| I can’t wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
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| I’ve been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
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| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
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| Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
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| I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
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| I know that it’s dramatic
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| But I ain’t getting grabbed
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| With this package that I’m slappin' out
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| Trappin' out of Darren’s house
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| Chattin' 'cause he’s cattin' now
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| Need to get to baggin'
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| Got a few wishes, ain’t no genie, no Aladdin
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| Got a beanie lookin' Jasmine, don’t miss home, fantastic
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| Mota in the plastic, I cook coca with the magic
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| OT with them OAP’s, that’s Cash in the Attic
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| I got issues, got a habbit
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| For that cash, I am a addict
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| Timeless, classic, I’m living my dream
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| I became a Jugg Lord in these mad streets
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| Got a lot of spots poppin' like it’s acne
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| Still out swingin' shots, getting gwop in tax free
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| Now I’m rockin' drip, check the drip, it’s styley
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| Steppin' on coyotes got me feelin' wiley
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| You are not my homie, brudda, you ain’t my G
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| Where were you when I was lonely? |
| You was not beside me
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| I just got a box of that Mota on conny
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| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
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| I feel like a king, I got all this gold on me
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| I can’t wife a ting, dick is all she get from me
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| I’ve been moving ghost, I want power like Tommy
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| Had to run off on the plug, sorry, not sorry
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| Really feel like Davy Jones, all this water on me
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| I was at them graves still trappin' like a zombie
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| Brrr
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| I just got a call from the plug
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| He said, «you a fool boy, why did you run?»
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| «Gave you grub, man, I used to show you love»
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| Then I told him, «suck your mum»
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| And I laughed, and hung up
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| 'Cause it’s the life that we live
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| Trappers, drillers, pirates
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| All part of the team, TT the label
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| In the streets but we hate the streets
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| Playin' for keeps while chasin' my dream
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| But I used to chase fiends
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| It’s mad
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| But I guess I believe in destiny |