| Yeah
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| Sometimes I feel like this
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Sometimes I feel like this
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| Sometimes I feel like that
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| Sometimes I’m feeling dark
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| But then I’m light
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| But then I’m back
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| Sometimes I feel like spazzin'
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| Yelling out that I’m the one
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| Cause I been mapping this out
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| Since before I knew I was the one
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| Sometimes I feel like shaking people
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| Just to get through to them
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| But they’re old, dumb and confused
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| Man, this ain’t nothing new to them
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| Still I got some news for them
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| Hello Mr. Landlord
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| Russ is here, I’m moving in
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| This is just the mood I’m in
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| Killing shit while I’m feeling it
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| Then I blackout
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| Wake up with a Dominican
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| And dip out while she passed out
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| Looking for the credit for the hat
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| Telling her I maxed out
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| Bitch I’m tryna' rob this whole game
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| Ski masked out
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| Now I don’t think that you should fuck with me
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| Not until I at least fuck with you
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| Dreams and aspirations growing
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| Living in my head
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| Like a mu’fuckin' tumor
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| If I don’t remove them then I’m dead
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| Imma' get this shit popping
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| If not, my list popping
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| In the meantime
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| I bought my sister a new wristwatch (Yeah)
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| Next comes the Range
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| Then a house in the sand
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| Hello Mr. Mirror I’m the mutha' fuckin' man
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| Damn |