| Woke up on the wrong side
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| Wallow that
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| (Messy ass stairs swollen clips, hollow slat)
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| Swallow that
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| Where we at?
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| Paddocks in the attic
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| (Slowly moving to the basement)
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| And following the lines of displacement
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| Adjacent, racing to 7 Eleven
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| (I'm revving the engine, I’m running with bread)
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| Heated with powder scattered from toe to head
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| Instead of using my brain
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| (Now let the veins pop free)
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| Plots, even though one includes cops
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| (And buckshots, we letting the merchant dice rot)
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| Cause the meeting spot was hot
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| Hace sol
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| (I told 'em you can’t fuck with my Monty and Marco)
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| So the next stop was El Rio to meet a trio
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| Of Neo-Hippies sophisticated
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| Alter occasions of bros
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| The blaze got so hot the sound and the ground was burning up my toes
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| Fast life, lanes change
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| Quicker than the Wall Street
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| We all meet in the afterlife
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| Fright heightened
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| Power’s in light
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| Fighting this Jane hiding from light
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| And a scope in the sight
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| Lanes changed at night
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| Fast life, lanes change
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| Quicker than the Wall Street
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| We all meet in the afterlife
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| Fright heightened
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| Power’s in light
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| Fighting this Jane hiding from light
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| And a scope in the sight
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| Lanes ch-a-a-a-a-a-a-a
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| Riddance is amazing
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| Burning bridges
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| Witches breaking bridges
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| Separate at the crossroads and try to regenerate
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| Everlasting lakes of fate
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| Sure breathe of death injected
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| Abort, less content a neglected
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| Beast full of dumb con-voids
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| I hit the rum run
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| Funnels reject droids in the tunnels puddles keep the masses back
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| You ain’t shit without a massive attack
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| Sitting by your short stack
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| Stacked with broke hips
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| Hip to the fact
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| Facts be making me lose a grip
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| Handlebars, spacebar
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| Fatal yard
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| Sporting a cloak though when your goon squad’s a joke
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| Don’t show up to my function, cause you’re bound to get choked
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| A true Loc style, you ain’t no homie of mine
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| Another victim of the flat line (flat line)
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| Fast life, lanes change
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| Quicker than the Wall Street
|
| We all meet in the afterlife
|
| Fright heightened
|
| Power’s in light
|
| Fighting this Jane hiding from light
|
| And a scope in the sight
|
| Lanes changed at night
|
| Fast life, lanes change
|
| Quicker than the Wall Street
|
| We all meet in the afterlife
|
| Fright heightened
|
| Power’s in light
|
| Fighting this Jane hiding from light
|
| And a scope in the sight
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| Lanes changed at night |