| They always sayin' that shit to me
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| I don’t give a fuck man
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| I’ve been mad from day one
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| (Yeah, yeah)
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have
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| (Verse One)
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| As the skies rain red and the blue turn to pink
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| Can’t quite quench my thirst feel cursed with what I drink
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| Reality no fine wine the hen blink
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| As my world falls apart in the end I don’t sink
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| It looks bleak I don’t speak but imma never let go
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| There’s a reason why they call me El Prospecto
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| Mass confusion I slip under the illusion
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| We’re drinking drugs infused in yes the plot losing
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| Two wrongs don’t make a right but two bongs make me feel alright
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| Sleep tight eat shite and keep my feelings out of sight
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| Speak like the deep type only way I know how
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| Used to look down now it’s knee height on the ground
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| The reason that it is is the reason that it ain’t
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| The essence to my evil turns in to my scent
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| I loved it once was now we forever taste
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have
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| (Yo)
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| (Verse Two)
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| With sleep debt my deep breath
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| Rose like the tide lose control
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| When I see stress it can’t be denied
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| I’ve applied the devil’s ways just to survive
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| But in the back of my mind and the only place that he’s lied
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| And I’ve tried but got caught up by my pig headed pride
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| That’s compressed like the beat searching sleep in the night
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| And the divide split straight down the middle
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| They should’ve wrote a book cause I can’t figure out the riddle
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| Now it’s crystal the new me starts rising over the enemy lands
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| In my mind is where I’m fighting enticing the truth
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| But I’ve had enough of biting lips spiked with a tooth if I stay silent
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| So fuck it I get it off my chest to see less
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| Instead of less clout drug habit stressed out
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| Running round like a lunatic as I start to shout
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have
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| Some people say (say-ay)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| You’re too bad (ba-ad)
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| Cause they want what we do have |