| You live your life in the wrong
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| Keep betraying everyone you come across
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| The steps you take should be watched
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| Karma is a bitch and she hits fucking hard
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| I hate wasting time
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| Grit your teeth 'til your jaw aches
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| All these times I’ve tried
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| Lie with a smile like always
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| Damn, all this fucking cash
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| Damn, my life changed so fast
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| Damn, so empty
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| Th-this feeling never lasts
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| Damn, don’t know where I am
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| Damn, sink until I crash
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| Damn, made nine-hundred grand
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| Damn, Scarlxrd got rich fast
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| Oh, hoe go slow your role (uh)
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| Oh, blacked out to my toes (uh)
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| Oh, sell out shows then ghost (uh)
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| Oh, really got them codes (uh)
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| Oh, that’s my fucking road (uh)
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| Oh, I’m so fucking cold (uh)
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| Oh, I can’t sell my soul (uh)
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| Oh, something I don’t own (uh)
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame (Fuck)
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| I don’t need permission, racks all on my fucking body
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| Never had a reason, paid full cash for whips, I’m coping
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| Money was the mission, now I spend it as a hobby (Die)
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| Always had the vision and this guap in my pocket (Die)
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| Oh, hoe go slow your role (Die)
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| Oh, blacked out to my toes
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| Oh, sell out shows then ghost
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| Oh, really got them codes
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| Oh, that’s my fucking road
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| Oh, I’m so fucking cold
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| Oh, I can’t sell my soul (Die, yah)
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| Oh, something I don’t own (Yah, yah)
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| Run away like you do
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| My feet bleed, my grind ain’t new
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| They put criminals in my shoes (Fuck)
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| Can’t condemn the force that moves
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| Wait, all the shit that I do (Fuck)
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| You’d think I’d have points to prove (Fuck)
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| They all wanna know what I do
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| It’s still «Fuck them» and «Fuck you»
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| T-T-Talk shit and get battered, we use force if they get rude
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| They get all this fucking power but no idea what to do
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| Sentimental values, I have no more left to use
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| Don’t devalue my achievements, I’m more successful than you
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| Oh, hoe go slow your role (uh)
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| Oh, blacked out to my toes (uh)
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| Oh, sell out shows then ghost (uh)
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| Oh, really got them codes (uh)
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| Oh, that’s my fucking road (uh)
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| Oh, I’m so fucking cold (uh)
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| Oh, I can’t sell my soul (uh)
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| Oh, something I don’t own
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame
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| Shame, shame, shame, shame |