| Dope melts from the outskirts, a fallen angel, puts a hack next to it
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| Healit blunt, I hide myself in a pile of clouds until tomorrow
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| I left joy in the plates, but there is a way back
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| Everything is fake somehow, people are rushing somewhere
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| I'm coming back
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| I smoke alone, so it is necessary
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| I need to go to them, but I'm so in the bastard
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| There is a street of dogs, a chimney in the tonsils
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| In apartment 500, right under the bathroom
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| I'm weird in my head
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| My breakfast. |
| What? |
| Another hi hit
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| These cameras are everywhere, monitor nuts
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| Okay, my mob is a bomb, stop the crane, bro, your mob is a race
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| Fucking slap down is our sound
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| And your boyfriend grew up early is a false start
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| Okay my life is a trap
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| I'm killed every day - it's fucked up
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| The lungs are asking for pauses, but
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| Slow Sawyer didn't become like a lot
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| Sawyer in the area don't banch shit
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| A long time ago
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| If you haven't noticed, I'm reading about dope
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| All about one thing, life is a turn
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| But I know where it will lead
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| I'll get there, dropping the whole bill
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| Salute to all the boys that are next to me
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| Hey, we are the stars of those cameras on the streets
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| Marriage is marriage is marriage is marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage, this is a marriage
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| This is a marriage, this is a marriage |