| Okay, it’s all you, double
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| Yes I’m trouble
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| Yes I’m next and so’s my huddle
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| Driving through this tunnel fast as I can, with no map or buckle
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| Even though we’ve lost some lives we’re still tryna find ours
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| Any second your 15 minutes could turn into your final hour
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| I’m spying cowards dressed as captains
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| Getting passes off the words and not the actions
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| What the fuck is happening? |
| (What the fuck is happening?)
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| Yeah, yeah, long hair
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| Yo Jeesh, what the fuck you on?
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| Wrapped up in these visions of what tomorrow might be
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| Cruising 'round a small town, nothing here excites me
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| So I might be speeding, dreaming, headed to my refuge
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| By the time the futures the present
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| I’ve been thinking about the next move
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| LA for the summer, hopefully I’m never coming back
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| 'Til I’ve got plaques, enough racks to buy a matte black
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| Gotti for my little sister, big dreams with a little liquor
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| Haha, yeah
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| Ohh, I know that it’s coming
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| 'Til then I’m living
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| Ohh, don’t you worry 'bout a damn thing
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| I got you
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, just put this shit right
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| Dum-ditty, dum-dum, way out
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| Dum-ditty, dum-dum-dum, way out
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| Dum-ditty, dum-dum, ditty-dum
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| Yeah
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| You know I’m smooth like a mobster
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| Motherfuckers hating 'cause I got the
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| Juice 'cause I want it
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| Yeah, I’ma share it
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| «Be the voice and not the echo»
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| That’s what my dad told me so I won’t let go
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| Crew full of Kings so we smoking Sacramento
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| Pass around this Endo, getting high, then falsetto
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| Try not to get distracted by these stilletos with these chicas in them
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| But I’m sucker for Latinos so I’m deep up in them
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| Tryna find my reasoning, not finding anything
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| 'Cause once they know you’re getting everything they’re down for anything,
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| anything
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| Damn, I meant shit
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| DIEMON, yeah
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| Do it bitch |