| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Blame it on the time I never spend
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| Blame it on on the goose, or hen
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| The juice or the gin
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| Blame it on anything except me
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| Slippery the slope lemme lace both skis
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| Blame it on the meeting, I was in
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| Blame it on the time I had to binge
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| I was focused on the rent
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| Blame it on anything except me
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| Playing with the fire
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| Hope it don’t catch me
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
|
| My bones are tired, oh
|
| Walking
|
| Towards the fire
|
| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| How many times do I gotta show signs
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| It’s no limit 'til they call it masterpiece
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| How many days I lose sleep
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| Before I get a plaque
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| Cavity, caveat to the shit I speak
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| I been laying low-key
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| Baritone
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| Sitting at home
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| On a California king
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| Silk sheets
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| Meeting in bedroom
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| But how I make the bread zoom to me?
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| Can you tell me
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| I guess I was worse off
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| Thinking that a label
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| Actually would differ cost
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| I shoulda known better
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| When looking at my idols
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| Reach they peak
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| Then retreat cause they stalled they release
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| (How fucked up)
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| When you got talent
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| You still need luck
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| And when you got they ears you still need love
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| Success don’t mean that I ain’t ya friend
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| But blame it on my work I ain’t pick up
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| Them dates, like the strains
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| Getting mixed up
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| It was yo birthday
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| I’m sorry I ain’t post nun
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| But I had to do my taxes
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| For the folks come
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| Blame It on the times I went broke for em
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh
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| Walking
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| Towards the fire
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| My bones are tired, oh |