| Just another night! |
| Dreaming about flight
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| Thinking bout the off-white sight we like to call life
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| Niggas tryna bite mine, no wonder they don’t pat my back enough
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| So many tapes, if they were cassettes, you couldn’t stack em all
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| Some niggas only wanna see themselves successful
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| So when you talk your shit, watch their gears inside get stressful
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| Years of time… I’ve had years of time to let it go
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| But fuck faking like i’m not amazing, I’mma let you know
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| I’m stuck chasing peace, it’s in my name, momma blessd the kid
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| That’s why if you start getting cocky I’ll treat you nxt to kin
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| How he sound so ill, yet the sounds be his medicine
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| I guess it got complicated since I became a veteran
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| The level-ups on the daily stay unstoppable
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| I meditate them laying in the bed with my clock on my brain
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| Most my life, been tryna free my mind
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| We cold as ice, in the deep end, trying
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| I told my guys I can see they’re nice
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| But sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| This whole ride rigged with C-4 tight
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| I might die before I record right
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| Sometimes I can’t see other side
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| But most my life been tryna free my mind
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| But sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| Sometimes
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| Aye, I can’t sleep, got the energy to run
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| Take a walk outside, 4AM feeling numb
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| Watching street lights, following the wind
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| Listening to beats I write, feeling like a king
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| At fifteen, trapped inside my own dreams
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| Wouldn’t know if they were pleasant, I rarely felt a thing
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| Always at my most creative at 5AM
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| Take my demons in front, and I begun painting them
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| In all colors, and all lies
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| But I learned to beat they ass, I cut off the ties
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| Right now it’s 2AM, thinking bout hitting the bed, and swerve
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| When I wake up I feel like the happiest kid in the world
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| At night times rap cats always got shit on their minds
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| On their minds
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| At night times rap cats always got shit on their minds
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| On their minds…
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| Most my life, been tryna free my mind
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| We cold as ice, in the deep end, trying
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| I told my guys I can see they’re nice
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| But sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| This whole ride rigged with C-4 tight
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| I might die before I record right
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| Sometimes I can’t see other side
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| But most my life been tryna free my mind
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| But sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| Sometimes I can’t sleep at night
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| Sometimes
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| If you’re anything like me, your night goes a little something like this… |