| «I told you
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| I told you the struggle is only starting
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| Believe me.»
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| Weed in my lungs
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| Weed on my mind
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| Why the fuck am I smoking like a Rastafarian?
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| Buddin' the beat
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| Like weed in my brain
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| That’s why the tempo slowed down but got my mind overspeeding
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| And you’re deflecting
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| You got a thousand shit to do but you’re in her sheets
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| Your priorities fucked up
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| And lust is rising
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| You’re waking up every morning bemoaning what you did
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| You reminisce the time you wasted but cannot undo
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| You’ve been screaming «Don't», little Devil whispered «I do»
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| Push me and my trust, need to drink a tea with Badu
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| 'Front of your body, mine is struggling to handle
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| Way too much food for thoughts
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| And new philos for things that fool on you and your focus
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| It is all around yet makes no noise and got no shape
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| But damn, goddamn, I can feel it
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| And I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| And I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| It has the finest ass
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| I won’t talk about the face
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| If you look into its eyes
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| Lust will put you on your knees
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| It’s starting with a sight
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| Then it’s all over your psyche
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| Don’t try to shout it out
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| You will turn into D.O.C.
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| Noxious
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| Hades wants to bathe me in his fire
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| But Rilès got it all over his arms
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| So ladies don’t tear my clock all apart
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| When this chronic got me wildin' on your body
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| Well, I’m dancing with the Devil
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| In the stud
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| It’s 'bout bad consequences
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| And I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| And I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| Hey tell me who’s this guy from Porlock?
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| He’s running around my bedroom and my house
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| While I’m on a trance for a song
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| And yelling «nigga down! |
| I got bitches, bong, Ballechin and fun!
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| Booty, bums, bigger than a Bible, believe it or not!"Oh
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| I saw all the songs I want to sing
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| On the same day they forsake cuz I saw you
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| Is it you? |
| or your friends?
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| Or your family? |
| fans?
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| «Nah yourself»
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| Issa fade away with no return
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| And I wont pick up the phone till I get them back
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| My lines
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| I saw all the songs I want to sing
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| On the same day they forsake cuz I saw you
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| Is it you? |
| or your friends?
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| Or your family? |
| fans?
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| «Nah yourself»
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| Issa fade away with no return
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| And I wont pick up the phone till I get them back
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| My lines
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| Yeah I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| And I still bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| And I will bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long
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| Bounce between feelings baby
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| Troublesome times not safe for work
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| Got me going crazy, all night long |