| I don’t feel nothing but one day
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| I’m doing drugs on Monday
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| Everyone clapping like gun play
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| I put it down like a Sunday
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| I hit them all in my church shoes
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| I don’t do nothing like you do
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| Take a step back for I hurt you
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| I won’t touch you its voodoo
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| He ain’t nothing like me
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| He will never be
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| You couldn’t entice me we never agree
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| I be touching money that you will never see
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| I was hopping out the car in Paris (Merci)
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| I am out of questions
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| I don’t have a doubt in my mind
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| I’m just so damn stuck in my mind
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| Now I’m fucking checks up in the sunshine
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| Fuck the fake ones
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| Fuck the one time
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| Fuck all my enemies but we all die some time
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| Crunch time
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| Let me get some space and get one line
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| Back up inside my head space racing after
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| Raked up, tabbed up
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| Put it in the back now
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| I don’t want no eye contact look back down
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| Rainy city baby counting money up since Thraxxhouse
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| Got some racks now but I’m still feeling sad now
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| He ain’t nothing like me
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| He will never be
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| You couldn’t entice me we never agree
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| I be touching money that you will never see
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| I was hopping out the car in Paris (Merci) |