| Shadows and stones
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| This place isn’t ours anymore
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| I can’t be alone
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| But it all reminds me of our world
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| I try scrubbin' it off when I’m in the shower
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| I stare at myself in the mirror for hours
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| I’ve held it all in, but I can’t go much longer
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| And it’s time (Southside, southside, southside)
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| It’s time (R.I.P. my nigga Smoke Dawg)
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| (R.I.P. my nigga 50 Shotz, NSK, free my nigga 10K)
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| (Shoutout Puffy L’z, my nigga 47, my nigga)
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| Growin' up in, in, in, in my hood, you know what I’m sayin'
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| I’ve lost a lot of people
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| And I gon' let it go
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| This feelin' I have won’t settle
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| Won’t stop rainin' where I see the level
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| And the space is never gentle
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| It angers me into th rubble
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| But I’m breathin' fine
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| Oh, I’m brathin' fine
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| (Holy, Ano Gang)
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| And it’s time, time, oh (Eighty-seven in this bitch)
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| And it’s time, time, ayy (To pray, pray)
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| (Southside, southside, southside)
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| So, it’s time
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| Time, oh it’s— |