| Pressure, can’t sleep, worried, up late
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| Anger, much hate, danger, what’s fate
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| Stranger, future, slangin, truth to
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| Tangle, you to, get your scratch on
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| Bitch my platform is here, get off
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| I’m pissed off and, you ain’t shit
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| Now who can’t grip it, angry can’t see sober
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| Paint me, over
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| Know your style I don’t I won’t be easy
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| Don’t you tease me with them white lies
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| Grouch I’m quite size extra large and
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| I ain’t chargin, shit to game
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| I fit the frame so get the picture
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| Quick the fixture, save it, crave it
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| Grave about it, rave I doubt it
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| Route it, there, will they care?
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| I swear up clear up, bear my temper
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| Too intense for those with nosense
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| Wrote shit so dense rock my hits
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| You caught my drift yeah right, yeah right
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| I’m too tight, stiff for the relapse
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| Weird thought, I’m limp when they react
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| Skip when they be at, boring places
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| Scoring aces when I serve
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| And I know I’ve been observed
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| I heard them words and been disturbed
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| And I know they been deserved
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| But a bird told me that I’m a bird
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| Movin, movin, music I have |