| Ya Ya Ya
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| Life in the eyes of the lonely like I don’t even want it
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| (Like I don’t even want it)
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| My heart is froze in need of warming
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| (My heart is cold, it’s so cold)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| Good turn to bad into good in this hell hole that we born in
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| (In this hell hole that we born in)
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| Like I can smell it in the morning
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| (I can smell it in the morning)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| Life in the eyes of the lonely
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| I fight for the lives of the holy
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| I’m lost inside but I’m awfully live
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| If you wanna take time to know me
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| I like to fight, fuck, fish, and hunt
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| And I don’t like to be in them crowds
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| I never wanted any level of fame, I just had to get out of my town
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| Now I’m sittin here, and I’m fuckin pissed
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| Cause I thought this all would be great
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| Now these hatin rappers got me fucked up, like I ain’t carry my weight
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| So you can have it all if you can add it all
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| But don’t you ever take a look at my plate
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| Cause I’ll kill a man for my fuckin fam and that’s all I ever really gotta say!
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| Ya Ya Ya
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| Life in the eyes of the lonely like I don’t even want it
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| (Like I don’t even want it)
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| My heart is froze in need of warming
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| (My heart is cold, it’s so cold)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| Good turn to bad into good in this hell hole that we born in
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| (In this hell hole that we born in)
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| Like I can smell it in the morning
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| (I can smell it in the morning)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| Six in the mornin
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| Bottle of Jack
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| Bitchin and moanin
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| I ain’t tryna go deep but I fall in
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| To the rap hole, speak with a callin
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| With the porch lit, sittin with a guitar, singin to the sunrise
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| Tryna make sense of the mix with the moon light
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| Lookin at the wind through the trees with a spotlight
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| I ain’t really sayin I’m ok, but I’m alright
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| Or am I not? |
| Meet me in the back of a vacant lot
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| If you really wanna become an afterthought
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| I will die for this, and that that’s a lot
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| If you make it to the front porch, that’s what the pump for
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| Make it to the front door I can make it hurt more
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| You don’t wanna come here
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| I don’t wanna meet you
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| You don’t really want this
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| I don’t wanna see you
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| Life in the eyes of the lonely like I don’t even want it
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| (Like I don’t even want it)
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| My heart is froze in need of warming
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| (My heart is cold, it’s so cold)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| Good turn to bad into good in this hell hole that we born in
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| (In this hell hole that we born in)
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| Like I can smell it in the morning
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| (I can smell it in the morning)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| Life in the eyes of the lonely like I don’t even want it
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| (Like I don’t even want it)
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| My heart is froze in need of warming
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| (My heart is cold, it’s so cold)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| Good turn to bad into good in this hell hole that we born in
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| (In this hell hole that we born in)
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| Like I can smell it in the morning
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| (I can smell it in the morning)
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| It could be gone at any moment
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| (It could be gone at any moment)
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| Ya
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| It could be gone at any moment |