| Comin' on down feelin' higher than the Shuttle
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| Face full of stubble and a smurk so suttle
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| That everybody around me swears I’m a con man
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| Tryna get by like a sing a long song man
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| God damn, see my scheme ain’t workin
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| So the shades on my eyes cover pain like a curtain
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| The ultimate joke but they never really certain
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| Because I never took nothin seriously
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| Sick of blue so I pick and choose in what I reveal
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| Lickin wounds in the dark then I tell em its real
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| Concealed, like a gun beneath the passenger seat
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| And its layer after layer buried under the beat
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| Oh so heavy that its messing up my cycle of sleep
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| And its hard to go forward when your hitting repeat
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| Now my whole night is thrown off (Why?)
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| And my booty coast off, shit so I’m feelin blown off
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| I know need something to believe in
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| Tired of cried of crying at night
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| Tired of bleeding
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| Tired of hating myself for no reason
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| Shit, I guess I’ll carry the weight
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| I thought I told you Speaky on the other shit
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| Higher than your upper lip, yellin «Fuck the Government»
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| Parliament, Funkadelic, Relic, Mothership
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| Got your bitch choosin' of the baddest loudest colored pimp
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| In the room, and I am in the mood
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| To fuck her like an animal then howl at the moon
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| Baby, don’t you know you bring me closer to God
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| But this passport I got will get me closer to Prog
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| Traveling bad all over her anatomy damn
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| I love her to death, like that Addams family man
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| Raggedy Ann stiches for doll face bitches
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| They rippin' at they seams
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| I’m fucking in their jeans
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| Life is but a dream but I offer her a nightmare
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| A trip inside my head, you don’t wanna spend the night there
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| Right there, right stroke love by them white folks
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| Who label me a phenom, fuck em and their high hopes |