| 4:30 Sunday, a script that poured the picture
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| Beat is my second face character
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| Look rough, my touches are meticulous, and this color-blind
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| He has a throne buried in a market, he has a throne underground
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| Plus they snatched away, labor was given
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| All those pieces were very deep
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| Erase this text, the pages were black from your head
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| There's someone underground right here
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| He gave me a cigarette in the middle of the night, I cursed fate
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| I put a bomb inside the school and took a deep sigh
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| I knocked on my door, wait there, it's full of mines
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| Half-witted bitches idolized teens
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| The value of life on a narrow margin is not luck, this is success
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| Sleep fled under heavy smoke, underground underground
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| Where was humanity? |
| I think the wheel broke
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| On May 19, someone was born, the devil survived
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| It was crying, despair, happiness, I retired
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| The remedy was to wait, maybe the way you listened and
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| Your chewing mouth and your style were both fake
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| My pants were loose nigga
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| The man was a hit, someone described this place
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| Is his real name encrypted hell? |
| is it heaven?
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| Listen Explanation — No.1 so to speak
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| There's someone underground while you're asleep in bed
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| 4:30 Sunday, a script that poured the picture
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| Beat is my second face character
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| Look rough, my touches are meticulous, and this color-blind
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| He has a throne buried in a market, he has a throne underground
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| Plus they snatched away, labor was given
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| All those pieces were very deep
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| Erase this text, the pages were black from your head
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| There's someone underground right here
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| The scourge of smoky nights is at the bottom
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| All that gangsta bitch if my court is my witness
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| The scenario written by my fortune that you call destiny
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| It's always planned and I'm an old net on the pole
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| How many wrists were cut in my underground wishes
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| A flexci died, a nigga buried him
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| Listen right, real crush rap was a bad
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| There was no rubbing in a room
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| Anyway, my philosophy is "don't shhhh" the movie here
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| If I say that, don't think about this piece while playing
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| In his last voice, the unity burned in low fire.
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| The arrogant national came in, the active of the salute
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| Do you understand the tactic? |
| This anti-fiction rival
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| In every sound, DF broke, raise your hands
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| A shroud in my dreams who senses the place as a friend
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| The tunes are in my ears left-right let's go
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| 4:30 Sunday, a script that poured the picture
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| Beat is my second face character
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| Look rough, my touches are meticulous, and this color-blind
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| He has a throne buried in a market, he has a throne underground
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| Plus they snatched away, labor was given
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| All those pieces were very deep
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| Erase this text, the pages were black from your head
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| There's someone underground right here |