| But the voice in my head kill everyone
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| Put a boy in the ER (ER)
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| One phone call can get a man gone
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| Pullin' up in a blacked out Beamer
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| You play too many games, these boys live in VR
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| I hate liars so I set fires, tie him up, then we pull with pliers
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| Boxin', your teeth, huh? |
| (Baow)
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| Gimme the loot, out of the loop
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| Call up the troops, too quick to shoot
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| No football boots, been the same since youts
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| And life weren’t cute like K-K, K-K
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| You smoke too much kale, pint of lager
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| We don’t do ale, man don’t fail
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| Brother got twelve for a kidnap and didn’t get no bail
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| Mac D’s diet, loudest in the room and they should’ve stayed quiet (Shh)
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| Move in silence, then we get violent (Brrt)
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| Wet a boy up and his chest like Poseidon
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| You don’t know me, cat’s O-D
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| Had to watch them die and shit gave me nightmares
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| Head in my hands, I was cryin', m-way speedin' in the right lane
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| Reach to your right and these lines that you’re hypin'
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| Need to be enlightened, roll to your crib
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| Light it up like a photoshoot, what you know about lightin'?
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| What you know about lightin'?
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| My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
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| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
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| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
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| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)
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| Talkin' wicked, man, you’re a dickhead, man, I break jaws
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| Round of applause, redefine physics
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| Turn you into a spirit, let nature take course
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| Big bang, blink and you miss it
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| If you went on the dole then you bottom out, raw
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| Begging on the floor for a nought point four, shit, are you different? |
| Draw
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| Trackie bottoms, your socks, take tills from shops
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| 'Cause I never had a lot and I wanted more
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| Put a boy in a box, put a hole in the door
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| Like my name’s Roy Shaw, I’m a pretty boy, course
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| Litty boy Short get fucked on all fours
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| Real men don’t ever, ever say pause
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| Ringin' up my giff-gaff
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| You get Christmas gift-wrapped, call me Santa Claus
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| Banter me, we don’t laugh or speak
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| I can see you’re weak, had to tuck your tail
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| Tuck your chain, what you know about pain?
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| I can see it in your face, you’re a pussy, you’re frail
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| Mountain peak, council house, then I violate
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| Sniff cocaine 'til my eyes go dilate
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| I’ma dial it, like Dire Straits
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| How I move so far away? |
| Certain man don’t wanna listen
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| Get beat up and they wan' play victim
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| If this was a movie, I’ll be the villain
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| You’ll be the bitch I’m killin'
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| Coin in the well, keep wishin', shit could’ve been so different
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| Now on your grave, I’m pissin', rest in peace, you dickhead
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| My allure (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
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| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
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| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
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| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh)
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| My young lord (Ah), Pablo Escobar (Uh, uh)
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| Ain’t up to par, I raise the bar (Haha)
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| I came from far (Up on there), up on Mars (Zoom, zoom)
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| Shootin' star (Shoot, shoot), kill a star (Eugh) |