| Gorgeous sleeper cells, could never sleep alone
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| Lost inside the well, always creep along
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| Destined for the stars, followed by a drone
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| Jumping through the fires, waiting on my clone
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| Feeling for my phone I was — my glowing phantom limb
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| Orchids in my room, I’m staring at the sun
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| Passwords pile up and so pulling on my gun
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| Holding to the air, as nothing could be done
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| Simultaneous, adored by the monks
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| Utter deadliness, the safety — I assumed
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| Watching all the currents enticing my mind
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| Gluttons for distractions, swiping all the time
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| Everybody rappin', everybody trappin'
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| Everybody rappin', everybody trappin'
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| Everybody rappin', everybody trappin'
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| Everybody rappin', everybody trappin'
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| God, who came first? |
| The rapper or the trapper?
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| Realness measures blood wise boys buy diamonds, dope, and text
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| Tearing through the space, the rockets savage thrust
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| Bringing us who God could never truly trust
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| I’m gone
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| Razor bullets
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| Razor lipstick
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| Godful garden |