| Roll up in the city skate everything
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| Glide up to store break everything
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| Fly into the bank take everything
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| Damn
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| No getaway plan
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| Lil thrasher boy, smirk and destroy
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| Burn til it’s ash, make all the noise
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| Since younger days baton stay composed
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| Take all the weight, ain’t nothing tho
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| I know these turns like the back of my hands
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| They still surprise like the lines on my face
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| Enter Minneapolis inner city outer space
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| Still a kid in many ways ripping through the alleyways
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| Switch Ollie, flip folly
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| Get right or get left
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| Go big or get bodied
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| Mind interface body freak polygrams
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| Look like liar in his tooth while he beat polygraphs
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| Look at him looking heavy as the head he hangs
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| I don’t think it matters
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| That don’t mean it don’t mean anything
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| Get free
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| Jettison deadweight
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| Effort over everything
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| It’s no getaway
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| Even though we see the interstate
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| Going hard as I innovate
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| Plugged in to the interface
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| Compelling where the music takes you
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| Derailing everything to break through
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| Realize that this is all without any other options that I can recall
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| But we’ll reach the finish line
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| Intertwined with the life that we find
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| Reaching for the stars still living blind
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| But keep the pace as you walk with the times
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| We break in but break out
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| Be detours no new routes
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| Knew it always existed now I’m enlisted
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| Hear over tunes when you listen
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| Roll up in the city skate everything
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| Glide up to store break everything
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| Fly into the bank take everything
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| Damn
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| No getaway plan |