| Slow pace in the fast lane with no brakes
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| I’m on a mission to Mars, just tryna be
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| Light years ahead by far and so great
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| At what I do, you can’t fake on my style
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| This is truth, I’m up nights to nothin' nice
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| Forget the noose, live a little this one time
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| No second chance, there is no riddle
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| Just punchlines to circumstance, wish I was jokin' though
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| This is what I’m goin' for, to do it like I’m so-and-so
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| Cause when you think you special, they come get you off your totem pole
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| I just keep it low and pro and do more in the moment though
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| Than most would know and which won’t be disclosed until I overdose
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| Throwin' it without the roses though
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| Cause I don’t need no help I’m wakin' on my own and no
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| I don’t have a limit, I’m just livin' like the road is closed
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| Drivin' at a pace that Cadillacs contain the older folks
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| I’m just tryna keep together whatever can be severed
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| While movin' through the motion of forever, I tell ya
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| That nothing has a never, nothing has a never
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| Nothing has a never, nothing has a never
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| Well if I could do nothin' for somethin' that would be great
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| But doin' somethin' for nothin' is more likely the case
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| Today be called a freelancer instead for lack of pay
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| Listen, I don’t give a fuck what you say
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| Cut the tap, we highly competitive in this state
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| Cut the neck as we talk, to get ahead in this space
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| Void killin' and noise killin' the solitude
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| I’m unfamiliar with silence, ain’t on my longitude
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| Ain’t one for browsin' expandin' cause man I’m on the move
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| I’m on a mission to Mars and my Mars is on the move
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| Recordin' what I’m goin' through like I’m fillin' they mornin' view
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| Heart of an artist from many sides and the process ask if I feel it the hardest
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| Cause I am always the target, makin' myself as such
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| It sound as clutch as I’m graspin' and sendin' me as a duff
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| Troubles ain’t in the bluff and this album ain’t really tough
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| I just hope my passions make me go nuts |