| Walked in the label, singing bout some Helen, they wanted Pompeii from the boy
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| So in my own way, I imagined a mountain, ironic, it’s built to destroy
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| This feel like last summer
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| Yeah, this feel like my summer
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| But if this shit lacks in stomach
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| It’s like who I pass if I runnin, right, right
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| Like who hitting dashes for the money, yeah, yeah
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| Like who got madness for another reason
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| Like who really averages a hundred, be real
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| Like who wear a mask to keep covered, yeah, yeah
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| Well, I listen to Future and lay up
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| Playing like I am a student
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| Yeah, I know no future is proven
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| But I know some people that prove it
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| I just went to a movie
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| And that shit stopped in the middle
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| It’s on a scale of another completely
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| But even so, it’s still a ripple
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| But even so, it’s still water
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| Furthermore, it’s still water
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| Maybe one day it’s even
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| But even if, who’s watching?
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| Like who give a fuck?
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| Why you give a fuck?
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| What you doing here?
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| Why you ain’t give up?
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| Is this what you wanted?
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| Is this what you wanted?
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| Is this what you wanted?
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| Is this what you wanted?
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| There is no answer
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| Till you answer
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| There is no answer
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| Till you answer |