| Staring at the sun, looking for some snow
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| Like doing cocaine with nowhere to go
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| These hoes wanna fuck, til' they really don’t
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| I guess I’m better, better off alone
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| I was born all sped up, so I can never let up
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| Stop worrying about that shit you can’t control
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| That’s a setup
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| 'Cause I could give a fuck about your education
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| When you be with people do you elevate 'em?
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| Do you make 'em better?
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| If I need a cheeseburger, would you front me all the cheddar?
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| Can you throw it in the back like we’re sticking up the teller?
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| Old Yeller, bring 'em out back, put them down stat
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| Right now, I got a dog, but I really like cats
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| That’s facts, that’s facts, that’s Xerox, that’s facts
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| Nice cars, nice clothes, but you’ve never had a home
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| Ten toes, I can see your ass move, but your ass don’t go
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| Say you grew up by the ocean, but your ass don’t float
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| Hey, yeah, that’s my type
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| I like a bitch who ride a bike, no, I’d enjoy a hike
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| Gotta fuck her two times, you already know
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| 'Cause if I only hit it once, she won’t let me go
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| I see you talkin' homophobic, afraid of your own dick
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| If that pussy was in front of you, you wouldn’t even know it
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| If we met down town would you come up the Hills?
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| We can talk bougie shit, but I’m really no frills
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| And I know the truth hurts, but them lines gon' kill
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| So we gotta keep it real, keep it real, keep it real
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| And if you actin' fishy then I’m goin' fishing
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| And I can never trust you if you love a politician
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| Agility, but I’m trippin'
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| Accountability, but it’s missin'
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| Got an infinity for going infinity
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| It ain’t a sin to me if she wanna give to me
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| Paintin', inside my mind I have these conversations
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| Yeah, I might talk to god, and I might talk to Satan
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| Yeah, I can keep my angels waitin'
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| This could be our last night
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| So if dreams we got, we fucking chase 'em
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| Yeah, and I know I’m easy to hate
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| But when you’re hard to love, you stay away from fakes, yikes
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| And I know that I made mistakes, I’m sorry, forgive me
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| Roof missing, I like the cute bitch with a tooth missin'
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| Yeah, yeah, you know I had to leave that pussy drippin'
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| Yeah, I’m more fucked up than the prison system
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| Give me another shot I’m goin' Scottie Pippen
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| Pimpsy, pimp, I shoulda never did it
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| But I’m here now bitch, so I gotta live it
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| And I can’t fit in, and I’m givin' right back to my I-
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| Infiltrated Hollywood, I shouldn’t have
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| I just wanna take my bitch to Trinidad
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| Show me things I never had
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| Pray to God, don’t let this lifetime happen in a flash
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| Nonetheless I’m still goin' stupid, all gas, fuck a red hat
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| Boy, you hella scary, might build a library for my adversaries
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| Puss, I left a pussy drippin', yeah I slapped a kitten
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| Boy, I’m too icy, caught her ass slippin'
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| Like, hey bitch, don’t be mad at me
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| But lovin' me is harder than in actuality
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| And they be suckin' god for that immortality
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| Just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fata-fatality, jus-jus fo-for that immortality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fatality, just to get hit with a fatality
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| Fata-fatality, jus-jus fo-for that immortality |