| Hallelujah, thank God I have a future
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| Prayin' I don’t waste it gettin' faded
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| Cause I’m smoking, till I’m coughin' up tar
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| Through the surge, energy curve like a lumbar
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| I don’t act hard, still read Babar
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| Trippin' out, lookin' at a bunch of Google map stars, shit
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| They got a app for… that
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| But me, I’m still trapped inside my head I kinda feel like it’s a purgatory
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| So polite and white, but I got family who would murder for me
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| Think I’m living paradise, what would I have to worry 'bout?
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| Dealing with these demons, feel the pressure, find the perfect style
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| Making sure my mom and dad are still somewhat in love
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| All these backfires of my experiments with drugs
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| And I experience the touch of my epiphany in color form
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| The difference between love and war inform me I’m above the norm
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| But, give me anybody though, I’ll gladly chew his face off, them bath salts
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| Rhymin like it’s summertime on asphalt, hot
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| Haven’t picked a major label think I’m black balled
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| I still don’t got the heart to pick my phone up when my dad calls
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| Will he recognize his son when he hears my voice?
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| I put this music against my life, I think I fear the choice
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| And I don’t know what I’m running from, but I’m running still
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| I conversate with acquaintances, but it’s nothing real
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| I’m from a city that you hear and think a bunch of steel
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| So a hundred mills wouldn’t make me sign a fucking deal
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| Money kills, that’s the truth, it’s called the route of evil
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| But I want that Rolls Royce that the homie Lennon drove
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| So, if you ain’t talkin' bout some money I’ma send you home
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| Unconventional, special but unprofessional,
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| Adolescent expression that’s lettin' me meet these centerfolds
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| As troubles fill my mind capacity I let them go
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| If I was Johnny Depp in Blow, I would let it snow
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| That’s just me all wylin' out and being extra though
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| And, if God was a human it’d be yours truly
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| Watching horror movies with some foreign groupies, thinking this decor suits me
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| I do drugs to get more loopy, I’m in tune to ancient jujitsu spirituals,
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| it’s blissful
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| Looking out as far as eyes can see
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| I’m glad that me and this elevation could finally meet
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| I think I’m JFK’s final speech
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| They try assassinating all of my beliefs
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| But I’m asleep so whisper to me for the peace of mind
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| And he be high some weed to grind on top a Jesus shrine
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| Twenty thousand on my watch cause I needed time
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| If y’all would leave me the fuck alone, that’d be divine
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| Can’t decide if you like all the fame
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| Three years ago to now it’s just not the same
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| I’m looking out the window ashing on my pane
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| Shit, I wonder if I lost my way
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| Don’t you ever wanna hide away
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| Side and triumph in the eyes of rain
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| Won’t give a fuck about tomorrow if I die today
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| I’ll greet the devil with a smilin' face
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| Shit, that God fell on me, reside in space
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| As, time’s a wasting I’m freebasing with freemasons
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| My girl’s switchin' the locks, the keys keep changin'
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| Dreamin' of places my own personal creations
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| If death’s a party in heaven, I plan to leave wasted
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| Retracin' my steps way back to biblical times
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| We-we all gon' end up meetin' at the finishin' line |