| I took a nap at 3 PM
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| I need a different pace, a different speed, a different BPM
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| I need some friends, I need some help, I need some love
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| I need some ends, I need some wealth, I need a hug
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| I need new shoes, I need new brakes, I need the lye
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| I see the plot, they ain’t got no plan for us, don’t seem an even shy
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| I see the cops, the news, I see the pot, the booze
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| I got me a list of shit that’s growing I forgot to do
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| But still got a job to do, a lot ot prove
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| Don’t got a lot to lose, so now my options few
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| Gotta duwop the old, gotta adapt the new
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| Too comfortable, the safest waters feelin' toxic too
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| And when the world come runnin' for you
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| Enemies come gunnin' for you
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| Some adore you, some’ll wanna destroy you
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| Do nothing for you, gotta let 'em know
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| Problems swear they killin' me, but I don’t see a victim though
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| Problems swear they killin' me, but I don’t see a victim though
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| Claim that they not feelin' me, guess that they don’t get it though
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| Do it for my family, don’t believe in livin' broke
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| That’s all that I know, I do this shit to give 'em hope
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| Cause all that I am and all that I was
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| Is all that I’ll be 'til the day that I’ll leave
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| It’s all I believe
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| Yeah, I woke up 3 in the evenin'
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| A nigga little late, but I’m straight as long as I’m breathin'
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| I need a reason, and I’m eager to keep believin'
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| Still a heathen between heaven’s angels and hellish demons
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| I need to see that the scene achieve their meanin'
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| And I mean it, livin' life like a dream the same way I seen it
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| It’s so intriguing', yeah, we in a dry season in a tryin' region
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| Most gang bangers and drum teachers
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| But we doin' for more than the plate, I’m just settin' the future
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| Plant the seeds to goin' away before it’s fuck like sutra
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| Callin' it karma cause everything be comin' back
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| Better have armor and a shield for all the skills you lack
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| I got the pills, fuck the pills, the pills gon' kill me, black
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| Cause ain’t nothin' mild, damn it, this life is wild
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| I’m used to livin' foul, just like a liquor store
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| Problems swear they killin' me, but ain’t no victims, yo, you know? |