| Bussin' home and this homeless asks for a nickel
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| Gave him a cheeseburger then he took out the pickle
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| Swervin', his words smelt of bourbon
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| Started slurrin' his innocence then he told me about his predicament,
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| the situation he’s livin' in
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| I started listenin', because I give a shit
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| This could have been a song about a girl
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| Then I got real and started writing about the world, while
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| I’m just tryin' to know the world, while
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| Wanna go worldwide web I’m from the spite of town
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| Where if you fuck around the homies might just slay you out and say aloud I rep
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| that day
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| Wow, long dread line hair there
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| Want some airtime? |
| I want an airfare
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| Like a holographic Pokémon card and rare deer
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| Government is greedy and everybody wants there share
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| Yeah, the world isn’t right while I write this
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| Open up my mind just like a phsycic
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| I invite the light inside you’re mind you’re living on auto pilot
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| I put in my soul so we can all grow the flower turns to violet
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| I don’t wanna live
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| Its pandemonium
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| It is (ooh), its pandemonium (oh, oh)
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| I don’t wanna live (dont wanna live) all from you (ooh)
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| I don’t wanna live (ahh)
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| I don’t wanna live
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| Woken up from my after some dinner
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| I had the mac in my hearshal my pockets are getting thinner
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| My ego is getting bigger because last week at the show
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| The crowd was screaming my name and I just couldn’t let it go
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| Plus a hippy chick approached me on the street said that she loves my flow and
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| Follows me on instagram double tapping my posts
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| I took it in and in my head I’m thinking I’m the man
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| Until I walked past this dude I knew from school and it was sad
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| Cause he was holdin' a sign shaking his ice cream box
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| Like any spare change and then I might beatbox
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| Sat wit' him for a bit, made a puddle where I spit
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| When he was tellin' me how he ended all up in this shit, damn
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| Cops pulled up quick, had to gap
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| Looking at us like they really really want to have a scrap
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| Pulled the bro by his hoodie started smashin' and ownin' him
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| Slapped the cuffs on his hand man its pandemonium
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| I don’t wanna live
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| It is (ooh), its pandemonium (oh, oh)
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| I don’t wanna live (dont wanna live) all from you (ooh)
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| I don’t wanna live (ahh, ooh)
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| I don’t wanna live |