| It’s so beautiful in here
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| Outside now is a no-go
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| Why though?
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| Dark in the days so the gray gon' show
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| Okay?
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| Everyone seems contagious
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| Death toll stays outrageous
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| So in my brain every day is Las Vegas
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| Inside I-
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| I’m running and swimming and laughing and flying
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| I got sunshine and cherry wine
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| Every time, yes
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| I found myself a pick-me-up
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| Don’t get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up
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| Health stores closed but not the golden arches
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| Purchase a gun at Walmart and they see an open Target
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| If you’re a certain shade
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| Your working days it’ll be curtains paid for the person’s played jerk and
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| sprayed
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| See the cursed in graves
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| It’s really shockin', how quick we fill these coffins
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| St. Louis still the top peally spot where we kill we often
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| Learnin' that the Bane days they sent the silly cops in
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| We turn into back to the same page like we milly rockin' (what?)
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| Outsiders without pride
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| Beef with nothing but some stout guys and about die
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| In my head I never mouth lies, I shout whys
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| Come outside, it’s fam without lies on the southside
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| Wasn’t many we vote for
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| Cause with grim mean these po-po
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| I’m Public Enemy’s logo
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| Rubbage been with me so yo
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| This fucking energy grow though
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| So I duck within and below low
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| Really nothing limits me (oh no)
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| Inside I-
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| I’m running and swimming and laughing and flying
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| I got sunshine and cherry wine
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| Every time, yeah
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| I found myself a pick-me-up
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| Don’t get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up
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| I am not oblivious though!
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| Even though I live in my head, the Killer City is so
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| Over men crazy, cause we can get in the busiest bro
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| Pity is all I send 'em where the idiots go
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| My bad, I’m back
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| In the inside, no sin rides
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| Nothing but the zin fly
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| Come out and the ones who wouldn’t run and hide
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| Been died
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| Evil men tried them bin lies
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| The devil in stride, your grave will been wide and inscribe
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| Damn
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| Total chaos, I’m guessing it’s strife
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| And an evil person flexing his rights
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| They just want Tech and his mic
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| But if we get in a fight, complexion is right
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| All he gotta say is that I threatened his life
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| I’m laughing in my head
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| But I see the demon staring at Aaron
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| But it ain’t no sparing the chair
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| When they think I’m glaring at Karen
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| Another sucker they love to cut ya
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| And call you an accuser of the brethren
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| You fucking motherfucker!
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| Inside I-
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| I’m running and swimming and laughing and flying
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| I got sunshine and cherry wine, yes
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| Every time, yeah
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| I found myself a pick-me-up
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| Don’t get stuck 'cause this life is fucked up
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| Running and swimming and laughing and flying
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind
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| Floating in the ocean of my mind |