| Disneyland
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| Caravan at Butlins
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| Searching for a pretty Pocahontas
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| True say I thought love was always toxic
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| Alcohol to liver man, these drinks made me vomit
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| And I haven’t seen my jigga
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| Drive benz 'round ends selling keys no tens
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| Lifestyle of conflict, this is not a concept
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| Just being honest, haven’t got the cheat codes
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| Sales down these roads, been days since I been home
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| With friends how I feel alone, para' thoughts in my dome
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| Thinking I’d be better off if I gave up and left this world
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| You say I ain’t been myself, since days in a police cells
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| Heaven man I live in hell, for money I’mma live in hell, alone
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| And I miss my girl, man I ain’t feeling well
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| Man I wanna off myself, screaming that I love yourself for love
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| I’mma live in hell, I love you, pray you’re doing well
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| Love you each and every day, more than I love myself
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| Monday blues, monday blues
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| Sometimes when I find myself low I look to the skies and pray
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| But there’s no god above me that can take my pain
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| And I cry outright
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| I pray my enemies die
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| I miss being open, honest with my siblings
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| Too busy squabbling 'bout shit with no meaning
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| Man have missed feeling, and man have missed dreaming
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| Man have missed sleeping without weed
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| Forgot the last time I was creasing, drowning in the deep end
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| Wheres all the fun gone? |
| Why did the funds stop?
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| Why’ve you’ve got a gun top, bigman better bun shots
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| Why does the fun stop? |
| Why don’t we smile?
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| Man I walk for miles for a draw in the rain
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| To act bored and complain
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| Say it’s on the way, turn the scales on the ways, always the same
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| You just sit and complain, 'bout how you sit and complain
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| I was happy selling Yay, now I’m happy I’m legit
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| Either way I make change
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| Come prepared, well equipped
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| I’ll stick you in your face, pray to god it don’t stick
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| I’m just trynna make change, but money ain’t shit |