| These images haunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And now they’re tryna taunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| Drop-top got hot in my mind
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| You see stop, I see a sign
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| Livin' the life for the chase of emotions
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| You waiting in line, I’m just taping the motion
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| I’m lacing my potion with faith and devotion
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| You making a wave, I’m making an ocean
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| I’m giving my soul, taking a toll of who’s real and who’s not and who’s chasing
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| the goal
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| These images haunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And now they’re tryna taunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| Yeah, I see the camera, Russ
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| I see all the flashes as I’m driving round Atlanta
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| See the future through my glasses
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| I look down at my steering wheel
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| Double R’s its feeling real
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| Louie shades, whole crew is paid
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| We smoking j’s, you know the deal
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| But I’m currently on my way there
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| Asking God if I play fair
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| Is it possible for these obstacles to be gone by the time I have grey hair
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| (grey hair)
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| Just say yeah
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| I’m about to be worldwide 'cause my beats bounce
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| This deep south
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| So you know I keep my purp fried
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| Search high and I search low
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| Tryna find a way to make the earth flow to
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| My circle means business
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| Urkles keep your distance
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| Cuz its top secret
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| Stop peeking
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| This ain’t for you bitches
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| This is all inside my mind
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| In due time I will get my wishes
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| These images haunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And now they’re tryna taunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And they say Johny get your work on
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| 7 hours deep at 10 a.m. shirt on
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| She perfect with them birks on
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| From here on, to so long
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| Boy John don’t I lift her emotions up like Vultron
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| She skirt off I work hard
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| Zone 3 my graveyard, lanyard
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| Hanging around my neck my finger itchin around this check
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| Boy I’m feelin make a million on respect like
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| Nigga I’m feelin' make a killing on these deaths to whats left
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| But 8 fingers and 2 thumbs strangle money with no one
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| with no
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| Told my mamma I was gonna be famous when I grow up
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| And now a nigga grew up, but I blew up
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| Like twin towers, whiskey sours my like
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| These images haunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And now they’re tryna taunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| These images haunt me
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| I’m tryna run away
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| And now they’re tryna taunt me
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| I’m tryna run away |