| Yeah, so tell me, what’s the most precious?
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| It gotta be the one thing everybody be obessed with
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| (What's that you ask?)
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| The grains of sand in the hourglass
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| Well, don’t nobody know if the tempo going slow or fast
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| Watching the lower half, you know just what you’re left with
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| Where can I buy an NFT of an extra sixty seconds (Hmm)
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| So I can take this moment and extend it
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| While dancing to the rhythm of my genuine perspective
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| You can tell by the charisma in my methods
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| That I don’t take the steps, the steps take me where I’m destined
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| Come and get these nigga lessons (Come on)
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| Step and fetch it, took one for the team
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| Even if you can’t respect it, that ignorance is still excellence
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| More than five senses that connects us all
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| Saw a human and an octopus have a special bond
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| Tried to be a early bird, forgot to set the alarm
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| Woke up in the afternoon, turnt up the charm
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| And made the worms jump out the dirt into my arms
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| The magician with the disappearing bars
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| Take a break from the wizardry to enjoy the applause
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| The future’s bright as I look into the crystal ball
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| But not blinded by the light, I kept pushing hard
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| One time at the airport, I saw this nigga Narduwar
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| Looking more exhausted than a brand new mom
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| But still, pulled out a smile when the cameras was on
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| Times change, reform’s the phrase of the day
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| But do I get back those elbows flushed away
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| Apartment 3J, felt like the door might break
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| My roommate opened the door
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| But not before the cops cracked the doorframe
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| (That's my security deposit, right there
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| Gone, out the gate. |
| Section 8, but still)
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| Calendars calculate what was lost with our brothers in a cage
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| Time never gives, only takes
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| We looked at time like kids
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| Crimes that we did, it was all a game
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| Game rigged, but you play all the same
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| It’s no clocks in a casino, that’s the best I can explain
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| Wheel spin fast, then slow, the dice shake, then roll
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| The table green and gold, hands dealt till you fold
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| All the ice in the world can’t make this cheap liquor cold
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| Yeah, so tell me, what’s the most precious?
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| Precious, precious
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| Precious, precious, precious
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| Precious, precious, precious
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| It gotta be the one thing everybody be obessed with |