| I wipe the cool from my eye
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| Stationed in Antarctica; |
| coldest n*gga alive
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| Flow is Armageddon, might smite crows from the sky
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| Before you drive you have to wipe locusts off your rides
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| But I'm warming up, oceans is on the rise
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| I be Ocean with 11 associates on my side
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| Colder than Chris Martin guitaring
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| Would you look at all these spies
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| But they can't see me, I took out their eyes
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| Replace with some he's, so all they see is eh's
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| But I will never run, not even if they cry
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| See I can never fall, not even down their cheek
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| But I will always bawl, let's see who the first to blink
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| And I don't need no passwords cause I don't need to cheat
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| But you can say your last words, and you can rest in peace
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| I'm the hook after your last verse I'm also like the beat
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| But I will turn it down so you can go to sleep
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| So you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep
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| Said you can go to sleep, said you can go to sleep
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| Good night, good night, good night, good night
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| Real n*ggas up again, phony n*ggas tucking in
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| Now you can go to sleep, yes you can go to sleep
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| Now you can go to sleep, now you can go to sleep
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| Good night, good night, good night, good night
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| Official n*ggas on they job and you know we gonna ball
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| Real n*ggas popping off, phony n*gga nodding off
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| Insomniac since way back, see this is what I been like
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| Baking eggs and pancakes, eating that at midnight
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| Getting up and going hard, I don't need no Enzyte
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| Come across as very calm: mental state is Zen-like
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| Always had a lot of heart, never been the tin type
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| Never will I drop a dime, never been the 10 type
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| My girlfriend is very fine, yes she is a ten right
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| Mink is draggin' on the flo', fire in my windpipe
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| You should come and clean up after the riots that I incite
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| Things get off the handle, left behind a landfill
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| Traffic at a standstill, stadium is fan-filled
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| Fill this b*tch up with fans you still won't blow my candle out
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| My "can do" spirit's in the house
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| And is possessing your possessions, did you hear it by the couch?
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| Boogieman under your bed, not in your closet
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| Cause I'm not a homo
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| Won't drill no door hole
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| I won't make a peep, so you can go to sleep
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| I wipe the cold from my eye
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| Then put it in my stove and hope that my dough rise
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| And then my clothes dry, but I am so high
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| I am sitting on the storm that I got soaked by
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| Now you can come closer, you can get warm but you get no pie
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| But you can sell it for em so here's you bow tie
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| Now get ready to fall cause humans don't fly
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| The boy in the balloon - see? |
| I didn't go hide
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| And I'm coming back to float again
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| Close down all the opium but I had to O-P-EN
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| They said they need a hero in it so I'm back to dope again
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| Pull up in that old-school Flintstone drop on rolling pins
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| Time is all behind me, this make me feel old again
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| Grandma's all around me, I can feel her soul within
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| Hope my daddy over him; |
| woke the roosters, woke the hens
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| Everything's cashmere, count the sheep that you… |