| I took a second out my day to calm the fuck down
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| Now I got one less second to do something
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| What the fuck now my nigga
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| Uh, I figure it’s genetic man it suck how
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| The cards you got are permanent and shape the way you talk out loud
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| Or take a walk down town
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| I should be thinking bout the way the trees are looking
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| Or the smell of pizza cooking
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| Or the sound the breeze is workin' into me
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| Instead I’m hurting
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| Avoiding the moment
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| I pull the curtain
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| Hide me!
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| Cuz I don’t know what your intentions are at all
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| I feel so small and minuscule I want to call
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| To anyone who’ll stop this drenching of my soul
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| I feel the wall and kick right through
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| I fought it
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| Hot head
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| I wanna plant some flowers not the
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| Potted kind
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| I feel the power my
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| Retarded mind
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| Has got inside it find it
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| Hard to mind
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| My own business
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| My flow quick as a missile
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| Until it slow down
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| A glow stick and it click
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| Oh what a cool sound
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| I showed my momma
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| My music and she was so proud
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| She told me future
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| I choose it that hit me profound
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| I forget to breathe and
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| Where I put my damn keys
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| That’s a problem
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| Frame freeze it
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| Need it
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| Or so it seems
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| Cuz every picture
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| Fade away when no one there to see
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| People been living for forever wit no therapy
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| So why I’m different
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| It ain’t bout yo feelings
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| Our society is slipping
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| No support without a family
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| This paper got me thinking
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| If I gave him what I owe
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| Then why the fuck I gotta tip him nigga
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| This money’s uncaring
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| And it ain’t no fun sharing
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| But you selfish if you don’t
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| And if you do you must be happy right?
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| If higher numbers made you number wouldn’t that be nice?
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| I need to lay down
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| Just lie dead
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| I wanna run away to somewhere I can
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| Rest my head
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| The birds sound beautiful
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| The light bounce off
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| Off my fingers and my cuticles
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| I bite down soft on em
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| My father point it out now I’m embarrassed
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| I don’t know who I’d be without my parents
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| Work with what you got
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| They taught me
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| To not blow up the spot
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| Be healthy
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| And don’t talk down cops
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| Whether wealthy or
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| Poor they got more Glocks
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| Than you ever will
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| You felt it before
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| That’s good advice
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| Walking down the street
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| High then a kite
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| Bright light flashing
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| Ashing the blunt
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| The neighborhood is nice
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| THEY STAY ADDICTED TO THE CASH FLOW
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| MMM AND I’m JUST LAYING ON THE GRASS LIL MAMA
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| CAN YOU WATCH A NIGGA PASS THO?
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| MMM SEE HIM LEAVE YOU IN THE PAST
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| AND AMASS THOSE COMMAS?
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| STUPID LIL BITCH HATING ON ME
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| CUZ I AIN’T SUCKIN NO DICK FOR NO APPROVAL
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| OR A RUBLE WHATCHU ON A
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| HALF MADE PLAN
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| «LEMME GET THAT IN ADVANCE
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| IM TOO SCARED TO TAKE A CHANGE
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| I JUST NEED A LOT OF DOLLAS IN MY PANTS»
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| DO YA DANCE
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| IMMA DO MINE
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| FINE WITH BEING BROKE
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| ALL MY FIGURES COME IN DUE TIME
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| YA HONOR
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| THEY TRYNA GET A NEW PIECE OF MINE
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| BUT ALL THESE PEOPLE NEED AQUIRE
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| IS A NEW PEACE OF MIND
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| Hide me!
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| Cuz I don’t know what your intentions are at all
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| I feel so small and minuscule I want to call
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| To anyone who’ll stop this drenching of my soul
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| I feel the wall and kick right through
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| I fought it
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| La la la la la la la la lalala
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| La la la la la la la la lalala
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| La la la la la la la la lalala
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| La la la la la la la la lalala
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| La la la la la la la la lalala
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| Hey Josh, it’s Mom, I was just tryna get a hold of you to see how you were doing
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| Um, I don’t even know if you’re in… or somewhere else
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| Just wanna catch up with you
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| When you get a minute, call me back, okay?
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| Love you |