| Dream big or don’t dream at all
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| I pray hard that I won’t fall into
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| That blackhole of nightmares
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| I’m quite scared of the outcome
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| Of this rat race
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| I’m fast paced diving deep into
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| That casket
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| I wanna live fast, die young and
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| Sip slow
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| Puff pass that purple out the
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| Window
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| All I think about is the money
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| And chasing dreams
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| Poppin' bottles and poppin'
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| Molly in movie scenes
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| Crip walking to the bank in my
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| Freshest outfits
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| Cashing out cheques, getting
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| Paid with outfits
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| (With outfits?)
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| Yeah man cos I’m that sick
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| I’m obsessed with popping tags
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| And fabrics
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| Back in my castle, i’m getting
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| Stoned
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| Two jugs of that mud
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| I’m already gone
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| Back to reality, i’m sitting here
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| Alone still stoned while i’m
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| Writing away to this song
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| Take a puff, I am up in the clouds
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| I’ll be right in my throne
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| The place that I call home
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| In my cloud castle
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| Don’t burst that bubble when
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| I’m in my cloud castle
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| Let me live like a king
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| I’ll make it pop, let it ring
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| I’ll aim the banger at your brain
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| And then i’m making it sing
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| Until you hear the |
| Sweet sound of death
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| A toast to the royalty
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| I’ll make these haters bow to me
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| Unwillingly, beg for their lives
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| To be spared
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| ‘Cos now they hopeless and scared
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| Don’t wanna live with the dead
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| I see the fear in their eyes
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| But I just kill ‘em instead
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| While I take flights on purple
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| Coloured unicorns
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| Versace silk robes I wear daily
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| As a uniform
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| Givenchy on my body there is
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| Nothing that can stop me
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| Or my posse
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| Heavy artillery
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| Bang Bang goes the sound
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| Of the gun
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| Heavy pyrotechnic vision when
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| I light up the blunt
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| What we about?
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| Yeah you know what we about
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| Its a whole 'nother world
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| When I descend from the clouds |