| Searching blind
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| Run behind
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| Out of time
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| Into fire
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| Caked up in fake love to get you high
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| This shit is gorgeous
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| It’s bitchin' with your fortunes
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| One hundred medallions in a scout scrimpin' fortress
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| Secret potions voted concealed emotions
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| Grim-tilted-bounce-killing shades for his orbit
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| In a haze
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| And is hoping that they watchin'
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| Before artists he’s droppin' to the fifth and bet he boppin'
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| A little boy coppin'
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| Let the top down
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| Aim straight
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| Climbing in the middle A-
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| Nother statistic for the…
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| Say Jack
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| Let me ask you a question
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| Do you want it?
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| Do you want it?
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| Do you want it?
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| Fast — Do you want it?
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| Like
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| Fast- do you want it?
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| Like
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| How fast — Do you want it?
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| Like
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| How fast — Do you want it?
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| Like
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| How fast — Do you want it?
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| Like
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| How fast — Do you want it?
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| Damn nigga how fast do you want it?
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| The nights are getting stronger and the days are getting longer
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| The buildings getting bigger
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| Outside is getting smaller
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| The lies are getting truer and the truth is getting brighter
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| Things are looking blacker
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| But black is looking whiter
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| The price is getting higher and the buyers is the flyest
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| The stars are never brighter
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| The good up getting tired
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| Yesterday you threw it 'cus you gots to have the new shit
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| And money always fools ya. |
| So corny’s getting cooler
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| Nothing’s gonna stop it if it’s bound to turn a profit
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| For this amount I’ll do it
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| For this I let you watch it
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| But. |
| Right now
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| Let me make a toast with champagne to commemorate these years that thuggin'
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| went mainstream
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| Where stars rise and fall and organize regimes
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| And candidate themselves as some shiny card kings
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| Convince us that they fake we seen 'em for sneakers and rings
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| Tell us how they all down to killin' times is steam
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| Psht
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| To live they life off triple beams
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| And in the end never really was what they seemed
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| But take a clip of me and Alexander McQueen
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| Pose in front the Caddy painted candy money green
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| Where angels and devils in seven hundred dollar jeans
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| And all the eyes will sparkle with at-any-cost gleam
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| 'Cus it’s mean
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| So mean
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| Kna' mean?
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| 'Cus it’s mean
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| So mean
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| I know you know what I mean |