| I gotta take the call or Alabama shake you off
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| I made your favorite playlist in my basement, dog
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| Take away the a-list man, let’s play some ball like soccer
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| Kicking it with Harry like Chewbacca, man, I gotcha
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| Never been a rasta but I always keep the essense
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| Teachers couldn’t test these little jokers adolescence
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| Here’s a lesson for the kid that’s living life way too aggressive
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| You could be professors you just need to switch professions
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| Wanna do what’s right but homie look the way they left him
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| Let’s switch directions
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| We need to open up our spectrum
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| So when my set come you see the way my flows infect them
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| And they inspire them
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| Teachers politics they tire them
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| You see them tires man?
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| Drilling oil out the ground swear we need to fire them
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| All these homeless people around you know we could hire them
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| But we choose not to
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| Gentrification when the Blacks move and the cops do too
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| I’m coming with you if you got a problem here’s a noose
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| A tissue and a lucid pistol
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| That we snuck across the border illegally
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| So society could be in order
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| But when you need me I’m gone
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| Girl I’m gone
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| And I’m sorry 'bout your son that I murdered in the street
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| And not this fresh verse or this jazzy ass beat gonna help you
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| Cause he’s gone
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| Damn he’s really gone
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| Shit what’s going on?
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| But we can make it girl
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| Even if you need me to strip naked in Times Square
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| Just so we can take it there
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| The key to this is patience girl
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| The lotus grows up from the mud
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| Like four quarts of the blood
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| From a virgin who’s never heard the word «love» come from
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| A person who felt that feeling it turns out
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| That the worlds a circus, it isn’t perfect
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| I’ve heard of
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| Stories of a surgeon who cut someone and there’s no heart in him
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| Did you steal it?
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| Can you feel it
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| Wrote my feelings on the ceiling
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| Man i swear it’s so revealing
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| That the lotus flower grows up from the mud
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| Every time you bathe you put four hearts in a tub
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| Then you squash them
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| Then you blend them up
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| Drink them all for breakfast, you a monster
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| And your friends are gone
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| Depression is infectious and it’s awesome
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| You’re so crazy busy you ain’t noticed that you lost him
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| But when you’re feeling low you grab some diamonds from your closet
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| You’re superficial
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| Man you look into the world but girl the truth is simple
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| Let me give you some info
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| Take off your damn make-up
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| Cause I don’t give a fuck about a stupid pimple
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| Or this damn tempo, I’ma loose my mental
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| I went to bat for you
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| I produced your whole album
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| Every chord had your attitude and attributes
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| This is me getting back at you
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| But you did what you had to do
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| Fuck you girl you were magical
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| And let it run deep |