| Introspective, let’s get introspective
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| Let me give you my mind perspective
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| Just to give your mind perspective
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| I keep my evil undercover in public like Green Goblin
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| Even Peter Parker could not unmask me, no
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| Nobody ever pick up on all that darkness
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| That’s over my head like Bluetooth headset
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| «How charming», what they say upon their first encounter
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| With the young House of Beige co-founder
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| My smile disarms them
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| They don’t know I’ve got that shell like Bowser
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| Underneath, paranoia screams, yeah, they’re getting louder
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| Demons slither out, they’re whispering me doubts like
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| «Remi, they’re judging you
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| From your hat, to your black, to your Adidas running shoe
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| They think you’re a trouble child, Simpson, Bartholomew
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| They don’t want to follow you, retweet, or reblog on you
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| Hire you for a job to do, even if it’s blue-collared work
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| 'Cause they don’t fuck with you, you’re destined for solitude
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| I can feel it in the air like Phil Collins» (Yes, sir)
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| My thoughts are really that crazy
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| Within about eighteen minutes of saying hey to you
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| But then I remember what my sensei says to me
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| When we’re training, he says
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em
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| Young, dumb and jobless, listening to Donny
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| Half the way to hell, my soul like, «God bless»
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| Locked in my room, smoking joints 'til hotbox it
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| 'Til I’m unconscious, God could not stop me
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| Worrying my friends who keep sending me texts
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| Snapchats, WhatsApps, Twitter DMs
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| Writing shit like, «I know your insecurity
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| Is that why you’re not letting me in?
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| We’ve all got devils within, you just gotta talk about it»
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| Nuh-uh, fuck that, believe me, man, you don’t want that
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| I’ve got more dark places
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| Than the last scene in Silence of the Lambs
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| Sometimes I feel like I should not have been had (Damn)
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| And then I flip it, why the fuck are you acting like life’s so fantastic?
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| You can contact me trying to be psychologist
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| This isn’t practice, I am actually cracked
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| I would prefer Nurse Jackie give me diagnosis, what?
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| You gon' write these raps for me? |
| Making them, pack for me
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| Get my cash so I can pay my taxes for me
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| Get my girl back, fix the problems we had for me
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| You know my dad?
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| But before I write all that crazy
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| I inhale deep upon this joint that I’m blazing
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| As I, as I remember what my sensei says to me
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| When we’re training, he says, uh
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em
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| Uh, every time I’m at it, they get heat stroke
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| Guess I’m kind of savage, got your passage, getting repo’d
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| Smoking, tripping acid, eating meatloaf, turn bees into mosquitoes
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| Got my people on my beeper and my teeth close to sativa
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| Bro, you cheesier than Cheetos, hmm, that was cheesier
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| I am cheesing off the shows that come with these flows
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| Heaven knows that I don’t need those, but I keep it 'cause I like it
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| And I’m leaving all my vices on my notes on my device
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| My composure of a nihilist’s in the face of a God’s
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| Is my knowledge in the taste of a broad’s
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| It’s never over 'til my days are discharged
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| We ain’t even, we just racing the odds
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| Me ain’t breathing, I’m in space with the stars, but
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| Before I step in this crazy shit
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| I wait for the day I can say that you made me rich
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| Most of the haters just hate 'cause I’m making it
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| And, bitch, you’re failing, just remember, yo
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| No one can hate you like you hate you
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| And if they do, fuck 'em |