| Twiddling his finger ring
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| Fidgeting, a rigid king
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| Dethroned through the ketamine
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| But it’s cold you should let him in
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| Sniff through a metal stick
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| Sins stick to the melanin
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| Lips stick, think I’m feeling it
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| Well bless you start concealing it
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| Eyes on the ceiling
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| Serotonin is depleting
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| «Man, pick up your phone
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| Sarah told me you’re leaving?»
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| But the parties just began
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| A fan of a few cans
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| Departing from my hand to the girl for a sip
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| Get a grip
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| As she slips upon the thigh
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| I’m just tryna keep my high or my wits
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| As they slip like the vodka down my throat
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| Trauma I control with a blow of a smoke
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| Toke, re-invoke what she speaks
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| Mind’s spinning like the back of a wheel spoke
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| Wait a minute I don’t recognise that bloke
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| Sunsets
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| In debt
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| Rum gets
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| A little sicky in your tummy
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| Check your texts
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| Another message from your mummy
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| Back to reality
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| Lacking such profanity
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| From barking up your apple tree
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| Forgetting about your family
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| Don’t forget about your family
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| 'Cause I did
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| The gaff of the rising sun was an animal in the midst |
| Fallible I admit
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| Take the piss
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| Rid shit
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| Man this kid shit
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| But let it linger
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| 'Cause it always seemed to start while he’s twiddling his finger
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| I don’t need ya
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| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else
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| I don’t need ya
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| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else
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| I don’t need ya
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| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else
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| I don’t need ya
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| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else
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| I’ve been living two separate lives lately
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| It’s tearing me apart
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| On one side it’s my family
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| The other side the art
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| Both are born from inside
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| Deepest caverns of my heart
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| But can they co-exist
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| Or maybe is this just the start of all the fucking up
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| I’m done with all the drugs and all the cooking up
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| The plans for sessions, parties, said I’d buckle up |
| I have to settle down
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| But I can’t shake the animalistic part of my soul
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| Maybe I’m losing all control
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| 'Cause baby all my life
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| I was pining for them long nights
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| But was I right
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| 'Cause now I’m forced to make those wrongs right
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| While I light my last smoke
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| Maybe you could tell me stories of our last fight
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| It’s glory under lamp light
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| It’s 6 o clock in the morning
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| And I’m not feeling so certain
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| The sun is scraping the curtains
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| Tell Robbie just pull the hertz up
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| I can’t put my hurt in my verses
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| Why do I feel like a burden?
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| Can’t shake the fear
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| So uncertain until Thursday
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| But all my life I was pining for them wild nights
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| We burned so bright
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| We never even needed moonlight
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| Our bond so tight
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| Back to back we scrapped in street fights
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| 604 east van we lived the fast life
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| We were meant to cross paths regardless
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| I’ll Ink your name all over my whole skin 'til I’m departed
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| I’ll paint your face in every piece of art until I’m artless
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| I love you girl with all my fuckin' heart until Im heartless
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| I don’t need ya |
| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else
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| I don’t need ya
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| Until you’re gonna be in the arms of somebody else
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| White amnesia
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| As summer sets I wish I could be somebody else |