| All I, all I, all I know is I don’t know
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| Where the wind goes, it’s gon' flow
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| It’s timeless, ain’t even in my grind yet
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| My pupils see beyond that
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| These people don’t know where my mind’s at
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| 'Cause I lost it, threw it out back in the forest
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| Cooking up carter
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| Know he couldn’t have caught it
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| I was skrrting in a 'Rari
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| I’m an imposter kid making impossible hits
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| Right at of the top of the tip, t-t-t-t-t-t-t
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| Go with the Glock on my hip, it’s gon' pop with a kick
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| Like I’m rocking my Ricks
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| It’s getting live in the mix
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| Hold on, let me catch my breath
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| I gotta punch in in the picture
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| You still reminiscing 'bout your old days
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| You still use your old ways, go and make a new wave
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| Clean plate, clean slate
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| On the way to the bank, try me, gotta melee
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| Hit the engine on the brakes
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| You don’t wanna race, I go too fast to match my pace
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| Heard you pending on your paper
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| Try me, you pending on your fate
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| Check my mental, check my brain, I don’t think that I’m okay
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| I think I’m going insane
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| Damn
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| (Cenobite, you know) |