| Not dressed up but the moment seems suitable
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| Fuck religion, God who?
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| And Sunday there’s a funeral
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| Oh, this the crucible?
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| This supposed to be beautiful
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| Shit, my boy’s momma’s laying on her deathbed
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| Paralyzed from the waist down
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| But he’s still thinking 'bout his next step
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| Damn, fuck, fuck you talking 'bout? |
| (Talking 'bout)
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| Yeah
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| You might as well get it while you’re here
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| 'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
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| You might as well get it while you’re here
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| 'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
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| (Might as well)
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| Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
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| I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
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| Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh
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| Yeah, drinking this liquor, spilling my dreams
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| Filling these pictures, coloring schemes
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| Music, another brother to me
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| I swear I lead a couple lives
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| When I tell my parents what my siblings want to survive
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| When I tell my friends or myself when the cups rise
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| Shout out to my brother Frank though
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| Let those blunts fly
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| I know that you teaching, that you reaching for your goals
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| See that road and, yeah
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| Motherfucker, yeah we go in, what
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| Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
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| I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
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| Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh
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| Let me know if you wanna ride out (Ride out)
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| I’ll take you to my hideout (Hideout)
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| Drink, smoke, pop fly out (Fly out)
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| Woah-oh, woah-oh
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| You might as well get it while you’re here
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| 'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
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| You might as well get it while you’re here
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| 'Cause you can’t live forever (Ever, ever)
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| (Might as well) |