| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
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| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
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| Watch the sky fall!
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| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
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| It’s an eyesore
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| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane
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| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
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| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
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| Watch the sky fall!
|
| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
|
| It’s an eyesore
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| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane
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| See, they been hassling you
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| Them blue suits had you shackled and bruised
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| I’m happy like used
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| New shoes tracking my moves
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| And after I choose my wrath
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| Every rapper will lose
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| I last laugh cause fast I’m scrapping 'em, too
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| You hurt, murder yourself
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| Your words burning for help
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| If seen in first person, be the first person to tell
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| Why isn’t merch selling?
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| Cause self is selling itself
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| Sometime, my first verse will be the first verse that you felt
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| As Earth’s burning in Hell
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| The same place that your son was born in
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| 11:13, the train leaves, I been running for it
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| Mother had the daughter leave the son-in-law
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| Love is torn
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| Can’t sew a button on
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| I’m depressing when there’s someone gone
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| Hanging from a cliff and the rope is stone cold
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| With no coat and so broke, stuck in this chokehold
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| And soap don’t wash your hands when most of your soul’s sold
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| The low blow’s me and your girl up in your own home
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| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
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| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
|
| Watch the sky fall!
|
| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
|
| It’s an eyesore
|
| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane
|
| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
|
| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
|
| Watch the sky fall!
|
| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
|
| It’s an eyesore
|
| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane
|
| Dealing with industry drama
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| The soul of my dead enemies sending me karma
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| While I’m trying to get around life’s obstacles
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| I hop over my party; |
| I rock and roll
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| Like Jimi Hendrix is sitting, writing my dreams
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| Playing the guitar in the key of life to my theme
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| Confetti and streamers
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| Follow me as I pedal my Beamer
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| Life is a party; |
| I’m selling my soul
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| When I’m losing, I’m losing
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| When I’m winning, I’m losing
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| Too many that are burning in Hell have been in my shoes and
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| Choosing success over life to enfuse 'em
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| Struggling’s a intrusion, the confusion
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| I bend rules and
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| The law’s looking like a horseshoe
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| Wife divorce you
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| Now the high life support you
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| I didn’t know what I was serving to myself
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| Myself turned out to be the biggest hurdle in itself
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| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
|
| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
|
| Watch the sky fall!
|
| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
|
| It’s an eyesore
|
| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane
|
| The problems that you face, not always easily determined
|
| Need to read it for yourself before the reading of your sermon
|
| Watch the sky fall!
|
| Fucking traffic route’s delayed
|
| It’s an eyesore
|
| Go and catch it; |
| choose your lane |