| Shit was all good when I didn’t have a
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| Until I turnt corrupt like
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| Let me speak I be honest
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| Every week I seek a promise
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| That the world go hold me over
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| Until I get the cold shoulder
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| But that’s the game of life
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| I started moving sober
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| And hands are my ability
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| The key is and
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| I don’t care you ain’t feeling me
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| Cause I reject it
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| While sou sit around and judge
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| But know the hates of reflection
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| Of deeper meaning, I’m not intervening
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| My friendgroup getting smaler
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| Yes
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| Reality is just a product of
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| Cause all my vision will lose it
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| Knew that every motherfucker who will tell me I’m stupid
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| For not conforming to the bullshit that you fed on the day
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| Leave your girl adore me when I play you could lately
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| I be on top like gravey
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| EMT can’t save me without an ambulance
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| I’m too sick, I take a pool stick
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| And snap it a half and stab you if I see you to the hama dance
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| Higher a program and told em to stay you advance
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| I’ve been stuck in a trance
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| I feel like I be hitting the ties
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| In four four and know I’m like crystalize
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| Everyone is victimise
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| They blame you, you and you
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| Like you rolled your own joint
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| But they can’t blame when it new
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| Fuck the, I name a few
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| But I rather knock |