| Infinitely caught in a weave of,
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| Tryna dip around what they breed before you leave or,
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| Climbing in and out of a scene they call elite or,
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| Lining up whoever’s between the world and me or,
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| Me and the world, whichever first when pronouncing it,
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| Taught us «get enough for us all if you come out with it»,
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| The background eat till it’s gone if you all around with it,
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| Tryna get a piece off the corner like quarter ouncing it,
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| Caught up in the bounce of it, where loyalty is all that it oughta' be
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| Like if I was to call and see if you down for it,
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| Word to a dresser drawer burying what was found in it,
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| Truly forever yours ever more if you doubted it,
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| Ever more like more than you was ever surrounded with,
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| To get involved makes you apart of the sound of it,
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| No regret at the door and no announcing it,
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| Fucking with whatever you about with it
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| Forever in a day, forever in a day,
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| 100 on the line, and never will it stray,
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| 100 on the line, and never will it stray,
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| 100 on the line, however we should aim
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| Forever in a day
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| Forever ever, forever ever,
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| With short change measures, in all day leathers,
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| And honor’s like forever ever, forever ever,
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| Your alibi know to keep it Andre clever,
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| And being on mean we ignored what all they left us,
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| And it starts out being as on as Rae Sremmurd,
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| Bare minimum, the feeling of ceilings that never left us,
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| But the chicken box will kick off the top for whatever weather,
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| For the win of it, corner get loud, they caught wind of it,
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| And everybody caught in the sound that you was whispering,
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| Send something flying around to help them get in it,
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| Or how that’s still yours if your name ain’t on the end of it,
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| Loyalty is priceless, jewelry isn’t,
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| Give or take, depending on what type of jewelry you’re given,
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| In a space, where the script is stuck to like a pivot,
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| If you knew us then you knew we was with it when it’s
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| Forever in a day
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| Forever in a day, forever in a day,
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| 100 on the line, and never will it stray,
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| 100 on the line, and never will it stray,
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| 100 on the line, however we should aim
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| Forever in a day
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| Broad day like jumping out in the way
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| When one is jumping up outta the front and finding it’s aim,
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| Or, divying a bag with who you’re beside every day
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| And splitting points like you dotted your name,
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| 'cause know that all of these green lives that used to be here,
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| Matter like these black lives that these blue lives shoot outta fear,
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| So all these green lives used over here,
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| Was 'posed to set it where never would a second set of shooters appear,
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| The first set is just the usual here,
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| It makes sense as much as it kinda don’t but that’s new to who, where?,
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| The prestige, of feeling like you’re who they let breathe,
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| Due to a bag that you shouldn’t have, it just seems,
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| Like more than they’re letting on to,
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| Finger fucking money resorts to thinking that it adores you,
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| Whatever you make of it, make it where it goes around with you,
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| In light of where all these go arounds put you, forever in a day |