| Fall in the sizzle of a blackened sea
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| Get loose, get juiced, get pumped
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| Crawl in the riddle that becomes routine
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| Get ripped, get pissed, get pumped
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| Rocked in a little and your self-esteem
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| Get high and try a ton
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| Card in the middle of a magazine
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| Get lit, get hit, get drunk
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| Lied to the middle everything you be No side, what’s right at all
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| Slide into livin’someone else’s scheme
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| Tonight you fight, you fuck
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| Try to be givin’it the full extreme
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| No ride, no God, no run
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| Cry so you fit in like a drama queen
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| Come down unround, so what?
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| Champagne, damn shame
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| What you gonna do when they drag your name?
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| Ooh, mud
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| Ooh, mud
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| Hand in the tub of opportunities
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| Get caught, you’re taught to run
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| Stand in the floor of all immunities
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| The fix, it’s quick for some
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| Slammed to the grill and the scrutiny
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| Too late for fate it comes
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| Plan to be fillin’on the infamy
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| It be and quit it’s done
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| Ruffed up, tough luck
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| What you gonna do now you fucked up?
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| Ooh, mud
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| Ooh, mud
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| Ooh, mud
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| Ooh, mud |