| I love to look at the moon and graze the sky
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| And ask to myself: say, man, Lord, why
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| It happen like that, can you give me the facts?
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| Can I relax while the world goes black?
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| Koopsta stuck up with these humble ways
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| Still hoping I can ease the pain
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| Take a look at me now and see I ain’t gon' die
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| See, I just want to get high
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| The prophets are lurking, what’s going on up in here
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| I’m having tears of fears, I feel the end is like near
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| Still my mind is on money, I’m hypnotized like a zombie
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| Hold up, wait, please, stop running
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| The plague — it spreads like ebonics
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| Mon, all I need is a little more lit
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| So won’t you break me off a piece of that Mindz Music shit
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| Before God decide to put the world to sleep
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| It’s in my heart, you can come on in, you can cry with me
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| I love to look at the moon and graze the sky
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| And ask to myself: say, man, Lord, why
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| It happen like that, can you give me the facts?
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| Can I relax while the world goes black?
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| Tell me what this sounds like, I can none but wonder
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| Quick to raise them guns up, woke before the sun’s up
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| Tell me what you came for, coalition mega bust
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| Cock the hammer, boom, bust — fact from Koopsta Knicca
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| Confront this nigga wrong, bitch, natural high not funk, bitch
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| Leave that shit alone, bitch, fucking with this gangsta shit
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| Down with God, not Triple Six, need no more that devil shit
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| Once was broke, but now I’m rich, please, don’t try to diss me
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| Think this pit forgot, hoe, hit listen a plot, hoe
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| Marvel not commence to choke, empty the clip then reload
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| Ain’t no more of coming back, took my dick up off your tracks
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| Pop that mo, bitch, sip on that, bitch ass rappers best relax
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| I love to look at the moon and graze the sky
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| And ask to myself: say, man, Lord, why
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| It happen like that, can you give me the facts?
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| Can I relax while the world goes black? |