| Warn on confusion man said, I’m spilling all my seeds.
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| Pulling the trigger slow on my ignition tree.
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| Losing my aim I stain, leaving life on my pillow.
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| Watching the colors run all down my totem pole.
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| Holding my own again, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| And everything’s in my hands, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| I’m on holding, it’s good disease.
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| I could of swore to you I didn’t give a…
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| 9 dollars isn’t much, but it’s more than enough.
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| The cure is easy, I can fix this one myself.
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| And when I’m here I don’t need anybody else.
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| Holding my own again, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| And everything’s in my hands, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| I’m on holding, it’s good disease.
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| It ain’t the same. |
| I gotta get some strange.
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| Bruising myself until victory is mine.
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| I don’t need you here to take you from behind.
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| Stealing a vision now, I put you on my shelf,
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| Where I can have you better than anybody else.
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| I’m going blind again, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| Everything’s in my hands, it’s just mama, moses and me.
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| I’m on holding, it’s good disease.
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| I’m on wallow in good disease.
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| I ain’t wearing, I don’t need this, I don’t want to try.
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| I’m too tired, the gears are gnawing me dry. |