| All black draping, drawstrings hanging,
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| Bet that it can cover me from all of that awaiting,
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| Bet you that it covets me and wants to keep me sacred,
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| Everything it does for me is all in correlation
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| Of me draping that up over me and keeping what it came with,
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| Know they’re hand in hand and ain’t no way to separate it,
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| Ain’t no room for separation, only room to fit inside it,
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| Room enough to be who they assume you coincide with,
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| Like pulling on the drawstrings and running up inside of
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| Where it’s at like «where it at?!» |
| and leaving out with that beside us,
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| Or pulling on the drawstrings to run from who behind us
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| Til we happen to be back to where we had to need reminding,
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| Remind us of the shit you was taught and still agree with,
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| And how you can’t forget what you thought but never seen it,
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| And if you did see what you thought, you couldn’t leave it,
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| It turned everything that you saw into a sequence,
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| Similar but different and all like it’s a remix,
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| But bet you that hoodie is with me through any season,
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| Bet it holds me over if somebody’s rolling over
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| Saying that I look familiar but they needed to see me closer,
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| Bet you that it got me if they got me in they’re line
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| With an infrared light show following behind,
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| Bet you it got me covered if we talking about coverage
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| And debating on the light that should be thrown up at the subject
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| If the light that was behind me carried out on what it wanted
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| And turned bright enough to blind out any discussion,
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| On how it should all be blamed on this draping that we covet,
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| Keep it all sacred my cape be on out in public,
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| Cause it could never harm me, it just takes away what does
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| And then replaces it with all that they would say I never was,
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| It takes what they believed and leaves them to second guess it,
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| To where they wanna be it and see if they can reflect it,
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| Bet you that it’s with me if I’m fighting for a city
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| That’s electing to align with whoever’s up against me
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| And they’re looking at my kind as a reason to forget me
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| And I’m moving like it’s fine for everyone who defends me,
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| I bet you that it got me when 12 is driving by me
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| And wondering if I’m low enough for them to hide me,
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| And it got me if I need it to describe my intentions
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| And it’s loyal to the point where it defines who I been with,
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| And it got me if I need it to perform when they reaching,
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| If they catch me then I know this cape on me if I’m leaking,
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| It’ll catch whatever’s pouring to the floor before I see it,
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| And it’ll be the reason your applause runs the deepest,
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| And it’ll catch whatever might pour from your peoples,
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| Leaning on the top of it,
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| Face on the shoulder of it, looking for the obvious,
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| Pushing for a reason tryna seek to where the bottom is,
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| Swear it ain’t no stopping it,
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| All black draping, drawstrings hanging,
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| Bet that it can cover me from all of that awaiting,
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| Bet you that it covets me and wants to keep me sacred,
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| Everything it does for me is all in correlation,
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| All black draping, drawstrings hanging,
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| Bet that it can cover me from all of that awaiting,
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| Bet you that it covets me and wants to keep me sacred,
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| Everything it does for me is all in correlation
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| Bet you that it’ll protect you
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| The way it protects me
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| And it won’t let you ever forget me,
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| It won’t let you ever regret me
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| No it won’t
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| Bet you that it’ll protect you
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| The way it protects me
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| And it won’t let you ever forget me,
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| It won’t let you ever regret me
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| No it won’t |