| It’s the end of days, end of times
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| My, oh my
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| Up in a blaze, you can’t hide (Can't hide)
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| Why, oh why are the kids afraid? |
| Momma cries
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| God packed his bags and said bye-bye
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| God packed the bags and said bye-bye
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| Why, why, why?
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| Before it’s all said and done, I’ma spend this money
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| 'Fore it’s all said and done, I’ma fuck these hoes
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| And I ain’t pullin' out shit but the chopper, though
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| I end the week like Domingo in Salvador
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| No petty shit when you can see it’s bigger problems, bro
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| But I’m addicted, I kick it, you know how it go
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| Nonchalant on most occasions, apocalypse no different
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| It take a lot to faze him, took even more to kill him
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| I watch, but I don’t listen, I’m ox, I’m pullin' wagons
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| My momma birthed a nigga with the spirit of a dragon
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| On the next day of the calendar, I lived like a assassin
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| I’ma pray before we go down with the planet
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| Drink some, smoke some, fuck some
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| Young, young, 'fore it’s all done, tell one your loved ones
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| Drink some, smoke some, fuck some (Yeah, uh)
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| Young, young, 'fore it’s all done, tell one your loved ones
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| Look, when I make it to the Heavens, what’s the code?
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| Do I call the phone?
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| Security at the gate, no plus one
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| Come all alone
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| All alone to raise a life, I took a job alone
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| Along the coast
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| I’m tryna cope, I raise a toast
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| And we consulted with the most High
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| Told me watch my back, front, both sides
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| Hit a few baddies, you never smashed 'fore y’all both died
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| Let the smoke rise, take the bodies to the Cryps
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| And when the poor people run out of food, they can eat the rich
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| Plead the fourth-fifth, drop one, zombies on the block
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| See, I come with the shot, like Siakam, I pop
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| I got the drop from my pops, it made the parking lot stop
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| We on the clock, and time tock-tickin'
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| Have you forgotten?
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| It’s the end of days, end of times
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| My, oh my
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| Up in a blaze, you can’t hide (Can't hide)
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| Why, oh why are the kids afraid? |
| Momma cries
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| God packed his bags and said bye-bye
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| God packed the bags and said bye-bye
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| Why, why, why?
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| It be like apocalypse since I was on the team
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| Make up what he sayin', how he preyed upon the weak
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| Ask too many questions, do you work for the police?
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| They took all the whips, you wanna pity for the sheep
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| Bro walkin' with scratches while I chief upon my tree
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| Disconnected from the system like the week (Uh, uh)
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| Niggas out in Paris, tell 'em ride it 'til we «we» (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Fuck with it, be careful, he gon' have to get the weed (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
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| Their life’s in cycles, been here before
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| Watch the sunrise, he and the Art of War
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| I was torn between the truth and what could save you
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| What is brave? |
| You, we need better defense
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| Who is my safety in the field where people kill
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| Family did make a player had
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| Had twenty-six years on Earth, I’m in the way
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| From the other side
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| It’s always love when I come around
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| It’s not for nothin', see me comin', since the artist signed the man
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| Cloth-clothed criminal minded carpet on the move
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| Umbilical cut, false fair, all of the rules (Yeah, yeah)
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| In love with the days (Yeah, yeah), I need better seats
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| I need better dues (Yeah, yeah)
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| Feelin' like the Lord left the room, dead bodies rising' to my tomb
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| Damn, Daniel as we finna meet our MF DOOM
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| Mask on, mask off, face the Future like high noon
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| The news keep on sayin' we’ll die soon
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| So sit back and roll up to my tunes
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| And if I’m gone before the end of the song
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| Just tell my mom I ain’t get rich yeah, but I tried to
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| Shit, I need a new planet to fly to
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| It’s the end of days, end of times
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| My, oh my
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| Up in a blaze, you can’t hide (Can't hide)
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| Why, oh why are the kids afraid? |
| Momma cries
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| God packed his bags and said bye-bye
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| God packed the bags and said bye-bye
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| Why, why, why?
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| Oh
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| Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
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| Hey-ey-ey-ey
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| The Heavens in the sky start to cry as we look for love
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| Lyin' on the side, only kisses and empty hugs
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| While we give on the surface, when the heart search for the deep
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| , I’m nervous, scared to go to sleep
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| Perfection is the goal these days
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| But I want something pure
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| All that life throws our ways
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| Our love will endure |