| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| OPTICS MIMIC MY PASSION
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| AND WITHOUT YOU I’M GLOWING
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| It’s Too Bad
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| Boohoo, Too Sad a
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| Story
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| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| NOW THE FLOWERS TURNED BLACKER
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| AND I’M WITHOUT YA I’M GROWING
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| It’s Too Bad
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| Boohoo, Too Sad A
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| Story
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| How many fucks
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| Could a young man give
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| If he still don’t trust no ho
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| How many drags til
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| He match that weed
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| And his life go up in smoke
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| Pink on my mind, when i call on times
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| You would meet me when I’m blue
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| Aqua i swim in a sand so poplar
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| Gotta take more trips to the doctor
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| Thank obama, bill my mama
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| For the shit
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| I got conscience, when you played them jedi mind tricks for a fit
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| Amber eyes
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| Holding down them white lies
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| I was greener at the time
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| Things got hazy over time
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| Wait rewind
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| Like it’s vhs
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| Distorted memories in effect
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| Come back off recording
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| And you mad that i finished yet
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| Tryna make me jealous
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| But I love myself enough for, the both us
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| Ever since i woke up, and ever since we broke up
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| Sipping everywhere like to go cups
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| Abita and some cold cuts
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| Until i finally lucked up
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| And found a little solace
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| In the place i put my focus
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| Not everybody makes it
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| But at least these people know me
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| Safe to say I did good
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| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| OPTICS MIMIC MY PASSION
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| AND WITHOUT YOU I’M GLOWING
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| It’s Too Bad
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| Boohoo, Too Sad a
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| Story
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| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| NOW THE FLOWERS TURNED BLACKER
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| AND I’M WITHOUT YA I’M GROWING
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| It’s Too Bad
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| Boohoo, Too Sad A
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| Story
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| How many fucks
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| Can a young man give
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| If he still can’t trust his kin
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| Blood run deep til u up shits creek
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| And you gotta help lil cuz swim
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| Giving that bread that you won’t get back
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| That’s alright, I ain’t worried bout the past
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| Thats alright I ain’t worried, bout the cash
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| Just pray one day it’ll come back
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| Just pray one day, we could trade racks
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| You been with me since kid lavish
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| When my alias was backwards
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| Cause I only owned my mattress
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| Worked at subway feeling humble
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| Cause i shoulda been in classes
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| But instead i made some classics
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| That could fund me through a bachelors
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| In conversations, that would leave artists intimidated
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| I’m back on my bidness maybe
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| Call you when I’m finished maybe
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| Who knows, your stars still might be aligning
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| But if life about the timing
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| I’ll be on it til you find me
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| See ya later
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| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| OPTICS MIMIC MY PASSION
|
| AND WITHOUT YOU I’M GLOWING
|
| It’s Too Bad
|
| Boohoo, Too Sad a
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| Story
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| OPPOSITE SIDES OF THE SPECTRUM
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| GUESS YOUR COLORS BEEN SHOWING
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| NOW THE FLOWERS TURNED BLACKER
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| AND I’M WITHOUT YA I’M GROWING
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| It’s Too Bad
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| Boohoo, Too Sad A |