| Kinetics:
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| I got a cup full of hemlock, a mouth full of lies
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| A penthouse suite where I hang my disguise
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| Oww yeah, I’m in my own world
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| I’m in my own world
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| I got a sleeve full of tricks and a bullet in the chamber
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| Couch full of women in a room full of strangers
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| I’m in my own world, bitch I’m in my own world
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| While you standin' on the line outside
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| Yung joey:
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| I got a cup full of do it, a mind full of don’ts
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| These true religion denims got a pocket full of hope
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| This new girl that I’m diggin' we been hangin' like a rope
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| She want me to play her hubby but I’m thinkin' that I won’t
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| I wish I had a camera that could capture how I’m livin'
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| This penthouse where we chillin' got a panoramic ceiling
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| If you came from where I come from you would know just how I’m feelin'
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| I got girls from honolulu yellin' queens is in the building
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| I’m on my beamer 7 series albino shit
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| Dear hater, you can suck an albino dick
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| Last year I couldn’t even spell designer shit
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| Look at my closet, now you’ll see all kinda shit
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| I swear to god I feel like eddie murphy tradin' places |
| Traded all my g shocks for rolleys with the gold faces
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| White diamonds on my black ass
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| New whips, new chains, amen I’m free at last
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| Kinetics:
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| 48Th floor, open flask
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| Disfigured reflection starin' from a broken glass
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| I drink away my insecurities when life is hard
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| I’m takin' glasses to my face like I’m ray charles
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| Cause I’m blind to you, haters
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| Make all rappers surrender… those are letters from m.a.r.s
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| Your girlfriend’s been sendin' me texts all week
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| So tonight her bed is occupied, bitch, wall street
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| Don’t be offended, I’m just twisted off lots of that purple
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| The topic is verbal then I probably got controversial
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| I’ll body anyone that hops in my circle
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| Now I got ya dogs cryin' like that sarah mclachlan commercial
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| Damn right I got enemies fuckin' up my plans
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| On the other hand, I’m doin' shows for a couple grand
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| So until you see these fans throwin' up they hands
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| I’mma sit you beneath the bleachers to help you understand |