| Yeah
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| Way up
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| Yo I’ve been twisting up this cess
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| In many instances of stress
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| Like when my chick picked up and left
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| From too much bitches in my texts
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| Yo I’ve been keeping backwoods rolled and vibing
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| More than I’ve been socializing
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| Homie yo your hoes vaginas potent product
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| Turning off her phone alot, she on my top like local cops
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| She knows you and your bros are jokes, she trynna fuck the dopest rhymers
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| Yo i’m a product of those late nights I couldn’t sleep
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| I’m Cyanide, you’re sugar sweet
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| They look at me so crookedly-
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| Cause i turned to what they couldn’t be
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| And I don’t wanna hear about the way that they been feeling bout me
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| Illest in my town and county
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| So is all these kids around me
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| Ive been practicing more patience
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| Ive been saying no to favors
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| I can see it in they face
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| When they get salty switch to hating
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| Ain’t no way in hell these kids are gonna slow me from my paper
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| Yeah, yeah
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| We going up they never called that
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| Got your call, we don’t call back
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| They gossip talking with false facts
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| Give it up boy you’re all wack
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| (Chorus: Perennial)
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| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion
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| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken
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| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble
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| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple
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| (Verse 2: ROSINBOO)
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| Look
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| I hope you know that I’m aware, I can no longer care
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| Cold stare with the glare, and she took me out my chair-
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| By surprise she caught my eye
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| Even blew my fuckin high
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| Hip-Hop is my life
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| And I’ll love her 'til I die
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| I’ve been steady gettin high
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| Give a fuck bout lookin fly
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| You can see my 3rd eye
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| I’ve been flying through the sky-
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| Gettin lifted, having visions
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| As I walk in with this pimpin
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| I’m a Shepard you’re a sheep
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| I don’t ever get no sleep
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| Slow creep with the heat
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| Trynna make it off a dream
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| But late night I see the beams
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| I gotta dodge 'em with my team
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| Chasing CREAM, I’m a fiend
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| For the sticky icky green
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| I’m a beast on any beat
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| I’m on shrooms when I think
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| Never blink, I need peace
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| But this war is in the streets
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| And it’s a shame, We got no one else to blame
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| Society got me fucked, I’ve been feeling stuck
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| Like I’m in a rut, now I’m rolling blunts
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| Like it’s back to back, and that’s track to track
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| Inhaling dabs
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| (Chorus: Perennial)
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| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion
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| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken
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| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble
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| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple
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| (Verse 3: Perennial)
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| Waking up like what the fuck is going on and am I still dreamin
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| I keep sweepin off these demons but they quietly creepin
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| Leavin love of life and laughing as they scratchin at my back
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| Cackling, bombs blasting plastered me with flak
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| I labored day after day for those saber-toothed haters
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| Catered to traitors, trays of revolvers with one in the chamber
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| And gave up the plaster knife, for sculpting my own life
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| Left a note at the bus stop that stank of hope for less strife
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| Hallowed out temple from hammering in religion
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| Stammering indecision and hammocking intuition
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| Filled with nothing but contempt and venomous suspicion
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| It’s just a pipe dream to think someone would share my position
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| Blood and sweat from love well meant, covered salty wallowin
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| Of hollow kin to follow sorrowful brethren
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| To the land of mystic treasure with, gifts that never end, and then
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| Forever rid of curdled life and the darkness within
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| (Chorus: Perennial)
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| Eloping to a higher plane of devotion
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| This rope around my throat is hoping my neck gets broken
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| Frozen in a moment of lonely words to assemble
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| I awoke to find myself a sage without a temple |