| Right, right
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| It’s all perspective, uh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Right, uh
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| Sometimes I wonder
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| Will everybody make it through the summer?
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| Would you ride if I had nothin' on the come up?
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| Like, what if I never picked the blunt up?
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| Would this shit really be fun? |
| Keep it a hundred
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| All these questions keep recurring while I’m blunted
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| Kick punted the field goal, money
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| Now it’s first and ten, the cycle goes again
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| Operation: protect the almighty pen by all means
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| Indie nigga like a veggie diet, all green
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| Young boy still get his from Walgreens
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| Nigga done swiped a whole mil' for his ball team
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| Tryna guide my lil guys not to be lost teens
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| All the while not tryna go out like Rawsteen
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| Nowadays can’t say nothin’s a short thing
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| Except death for every living organ
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| No matter how irrelevant or how important
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| Come with me every time we roll
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| As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha
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| I know you happy, I can see in your fashion
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| Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy, come on
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| Sunshine turn to rain
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| Baby I can show you many things, don’t dub me
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| Close your eyes, you need me, ask 'em
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| Poppin' out for you just like daddy
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| Come with me every time we roll
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| As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha
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| I know you happy, I can see in your fashion
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| Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy, come on
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| Sunshine turn to rain
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| Baby I can show you many things, don’t dub me
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| Close your eyes, you need me, ask 'em
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| Poppin' out for you just like daddy
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| Come with me every time we roll
|
| As we bump slow jams on the radio, ha
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| I know you happy, I can see in your fashion
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| Steppin' out lookin' just like daddy, come on
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| Sunshine turn to rain
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| Baby I can show you many things, don’t dub me
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| Close your eyes, you need me, ask 'em
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| Poppin' out for you just like daddy |