It's been a while, I hate it
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These plastic bitches
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I get them It’s all about the surface no deeper
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Running with a broken body, the god I forcefully breathe in
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The number of excitement of closed-minded women, it rains just that much
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You pour out meaningless songs, it's possible even today
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It’s no different from the bastards who are busy looking for a hole right away and don’t want to go back
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Baby, I be running crazy, I'm aiming your head
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Yeah, maybe I can, you'd never understand
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What this money does all these talking and gossip
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The future swaying in front of material is inflated into a boat
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Picks up unnatural attention but we know
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Hold up, maybe you should
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no please don't listen
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Cause I was bout to be feeding off of it
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Losing, losing, losing
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In the end, a victory that is only a formula
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You know what the bad music used to move with
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The feeling that everything is just a pattern
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It spread too wide to erase, just get caught up (losing)
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If you wanna make it happy
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We have no choice but to walk as our respective gods gave us (lost, bitch keep walking)
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I don't give a dang (you do give a dang)
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I just need to breathe (I want more)
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I don't give a shh about that
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Motherfucking money in your bank
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I do give a seat, no words needed
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I've been living my life
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After 15 years, doing only what makes sense
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Backed by a silver spoon to keep rolling
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I want to earn a lot, a lot, a lot
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It's just my opinion
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When I'm bout it, bout it, I could make it ugly
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To stop as if to keep walking |