| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| Follow me, it’s just a straight shot from here
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| I believe it’s just a straight shot from here
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| I’m okay
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| Feeling light today, towed by the wind, no fee, no triple A
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| Used to treating Frito Lay like gourmet, laughing, shit alright
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| Y’all ain’t gotta make my day, I’m always making shit I like
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| You must think I’m Bobo the Foolish
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| Hollering 'bout relaxing while unloading all these full clips
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| Focused like I’m telling stout to holler while I’m preaching to the pulpit
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| I’m looking through and right above this bullshit, maybe it’s the Libra
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| Something bout that fifty-fifty in me, I’m a pessimist also a believer
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| Hopping off the precipice, stop to sniff the green up
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| Take a few to let loose and 'bout half as much to clean up
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| If bitches loved Sosa, Joanie, Chachi, leant up
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| What’s behind the poster? |
| Is it just as scenic?
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| Living like I’m supposed to, loving like I mean it
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| Ask him how he know, I don’t know, I seen it
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| Trust me though, I seen it
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| I believe it’s just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is
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| There go Q; |
| talking me off a ledge again
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| A veteran of this Sisyphus stroll allegedly
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| I wanted off of this pitiful stone
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| Letting go was proving too hard for mission control trajectory
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| God, please forgive my yesterdays
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| If we was ever at odds, I guess that’s my test of fate
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| Would you believe I thought in the weight you’d suggest I take?
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| That it couldn’t be more your regard for my inner strength
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| I guess I am human, the news like a rerun
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| The silver lining clouds exit mouths when the weed puffs
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| I had to make allowance on account that I need trust
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| To find my way up out of all this doubt that they feed us
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| Maybe its the Aries, something 'bout the chances
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| The underdog’s plans just appeal to romantics
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| Maybe it’s the fairy tales of a boy king high in the camps
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| With just a sling in his hand that took a giant to pasture
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| I believe it’s just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| I believe it’s just a straight shot from here
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| All we need is just a straight shot from here
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| Everything is just a straight shot from here
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| Guaranteed it’s just a straight shot from here
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| Follow me, it’s just a straight shot from here
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| Who are you? |
| What are you?
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| And what do you want from me?
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| Is it my money? |
| My joy?
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| My loyalty? |
| My compliance?
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| Should I laugh? |
| Should I cry?
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| Should I fear? |
| Why should I care at all?
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| I don’t even know you
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| Yet still, you are so close
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| What is it in those words you say?
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| Each page you write?
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| The twists of your dance?
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| What are you? |
| And what have you done to me?
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| Who am I now? |
| What am I?
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| What was I before you? |