| It’s morphine wrapped in a cordless shell
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| Four sinks spill behind a foreign grill
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| From the Dollar menu nigga, over to the foreign grill
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| So salmonella ill, it’ll make your organs spill
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| Til the curtains fell I did it watch endorphins build
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| I don’t fit into your coffin seal
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| Every offering real
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| Coughing still, Stanzas all reveal
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| My spirit died in that hospital December chill
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| He was on the gurney, my memories could never heal
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| Boy losing it’ll make you know just how the treasures feel
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| Shooting dice in the heavens, spinning our record reel
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| Now that’s airplay!
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| I turn the ladder of success into a stairway
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| None of my niggas got a fair play
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| Hairpin trigger been a hair away
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| I blast away ya padre
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| Castaway in Bombay
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| Superglue vaporize my face
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| I sew it like a tailor how I (seem/seam)ingly rise great
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| From my gangway to Marseille
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| Green beret hurdles, nigga my clarks gray
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| Carry my arms just this way
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| Spray and disappear like armistice day
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| I been harnessed this way
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| My hypothesis is, marvelous cake
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| Will take the Karma away
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| Spartacus blade make ya artery spray
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| Pardon me, my words I mold like pottery clay
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| I somberly pray
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| Colt 45, I be on that horse play
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| My sins I wash away inside a crown royal bay |