| Fiends at the door
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| They all want more, yeah, yeah
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| And I got the cure
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| Na nana nana, yeah, yeah
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| And all of the things I’ve seen
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| And all of my friends turned fiends
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| It’s all that I know (Yeah)
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| It’s all that I know, yeah
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| I tried everything I could
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| There’s still this pain inside my heart that I don’t ever show
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| Where I’m from we just roll it up, lately I been showing up
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| Wasted to industry events, mobbin' but I’m still alone
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| I think the road’s the only place that I feel at home
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| Been ducking calls, gettin' tired of trusting y’all
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| Lost a couple homies but honestly fuck 'em all
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| 'Cause if I wasn’t doing this shit you’d probably never call
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| And the phone’d stop ringing if I ever do drop the ball, yeah
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| I’m lion-hearted, the lighter they got the fire started
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| Remember meetings, they told me I’d never find a market
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| Like I was marketing somethin'
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| Like I do this shit to find endorsements or a sponsor or somethin'
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| Like I wasn’t turnin' down deals when they was offering money
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| Like I wasn’t treatin' cars like my fuckin' apartment or somethin'
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| I went to war for this moment, this shit is movin' now
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| Damn, my life a movie now
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| My plane ain’t even take off yet
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| They tryna shoot me down, yeah
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| Fiends at the door
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| They all want more, yeah, yeah
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| And I got the cure
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| Na nana nana, yeah, yeah
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| And all of the things I’ve seen
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| And all of my friends turned fiends
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| It’s all that I know
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| It’s all that I know, yeah
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| Couple thousand feet up
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| Our promise was so distant now
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| I go missing now
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| Another time again
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| You say, «Stay safe», but I can’t make promises
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| You say, «Stay safe», but I can’t make promises (Yeah)
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| No-oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Fuck your lil' shots, dawg, you can save that
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| Bullets couldn’t phase Rack
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| I be tryna' quit but they tell me I might save rap, yeah
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| But will rap save me?
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| Can money change me?
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| Phase me? |
| When it’s all bright will the lights fade me? |
| Yeah
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| Broken heart, genius-minded, the new breed of Shaolin
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| Think shit was simpler when the mission was just leave the island
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| When my friends had new drugs and I would geek and try 'em
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| Paranoid that West Brighton’ll be the streets I die in
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| They all tell me that it’s love but now it feel different
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| I’m not a meal ticket, I’m hungry, bitch I’m still itchin'
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| And my last girl had my heart but she just let it bleed
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| What’s worse is if I don’t hit you first, I bet we’d never speak, yeah
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| I used to sell weed to inhale and eat, yeah
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| Ducking cops, ducking opps, ducking felonies, yeah
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| Ducking calls from muhfuckas tryna sell me dreams, yeah
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| Sell me Percs, Xans, Addys, coke, sell me lean, yeah
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| Now I’m addicted to the high I hope it never leaves, yeah
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| Rolling memories, smoke 'em and forget a piece, yeah
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| Half the island trappin' shit just to get us things
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| The other half be ODin' off the heroin
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| And I’m in the middle of the this, tryna' get poppin' off rap
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| Where they be poppin' pistols and shit
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| Always getting kicked out, ain’t really know where I was livin' and shit
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| But fuck that, man, I was meant for this shit
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| 'Til my death, I’m gon' rep in this bitch
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| In paradise alone stoned is what I have been on
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| I been the future, I’m just hopin' my timin' is on
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| Making decisions with my heart 'cause my mind has been gone
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| Shit, sometimes I think my heart has a mind of it’s own, yeah
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| Having a hard time finding a home
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| But everywhere I go I been finding a clone, yeah
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| Think I’m in love but the timing is wrong
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| Found some bands, lost my mind, I don’t mind it at all
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| Been home sick but it’s sick 'cause I don’t know where home is
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| If home is where the heart is, I’m heartless so I guess I’m homeless
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| Still I’m focused as ever, I can’t let 'em distract me
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| My mind’s a loaded Beretta, I’m reloading forever
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| A lot of shit be fuckin' with me I keep it inside
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| Like how people switch up when you thought you was always down
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| We grew up by the same street signs from where they be geekin to die
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| Shots could just creep in your ride, homie, so keep this in mind
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| That I ain’t in this for a check or the fame or the wealth
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| This like the only thing that stop me from hangin' myself
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| And I don’t even need a crew, I just hang with myself
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| They ain’t want me to eat but I turn tables myself
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| This is my life, bitch, ever single statement is real
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| They told me this shit just a dream, now I’m makin' it real
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| And I can’t front I been contemplating taking a pill
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| 'Cause Painkiller Paradise is what made me this ill |