| And the radio daze kept us in the dark
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| And the satellite age brings us to the light
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| Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite
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| They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Yo, so what you searching for?
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| From birth, born hurting and yearning for certain somethings
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| Lurking and murk 'em, got 'em turning this
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| Bed into a coffin, burning over passions in this passion
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| Or more or less over what the pastor passed us
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| Cause see, the past tense, it never really passes
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| Phases that trap us and cage us like classes
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| Fogging my glasses, lost in a mass mess
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| Taskless dilemma to match somebody’s status
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| And I’m average as fuck, no car cats gassing me up
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| Passing bucks like a casual blunt
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| Granted, hustling habits on the stump of a mansion
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| While bums pass, asking for a buck for some bagged bricks
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| Bad shit going down on the daily
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| While bad chicks pass in a Mercedes, damn
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| They see he’s the bastard for chasing them
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| Maybe it’s the patterns that make me that made me, crazy
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| And the radio daze kept us in the dark
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| And the satellite age brings us to the light
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| Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite
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| They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Life is fiction, competition and contradiction
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| Petty perceptions, window dressing for misdirection
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| Love is a lotto, I know I know you know what I know
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| Hope is so hollow, that’s why winos follow the bottle
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| And people pressure, make death a hidden treasure
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| A guilty pleasure, lonely language inside a letter
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| It’s now or never, move it, move it, love it or lose it
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| 'Fore it’s recruited, then included in something stupid
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| It’s things of nature, paid a player and say your prayers
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| Naysayers, the haters, the major players, the beggars
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| You 'bout it, 'bout it, don’t allow it to pow without it
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| Then those who doubt it, doomed to die the death of cowards
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| The world is yours, and the world we can’t afford
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| So ignore the law, start a fire then start a war
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| If you’re sick and tired of your access denied
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| Free will died long before blogs and iPod
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| And the radio daze kept us in the dark
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| And the satellite age brings us to the light
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| Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite
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| They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Never leave you alone (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| (Never, I never leave you alone)
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| Yo, it’s too much strain for nominal gain
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| I’m going through things; | 
| headaches, abdominal pain
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| Tryna numb it with that Ketel like I’m from the Ukraine
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| Check the blue flame, lighter running out of butane
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| What’s up with my destructive urge that’s unproductive
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| Choices I’m stuck with, now starting to fuck with
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| Contaminating family and close friends
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| Telling me to stop burning the candle at both ends
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| Ain’t like I’m on a coke binge, hanging in dope dens
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| Or life is just a pool of Patron I’m soaked in
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| The darker the covenant slash trainwreck for you to rubberneck
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| You ain’t felt the true pain yet so you be loving that
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| Hit me up at black.gov like the government
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| Banana Republican, alien intelligence
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| Kill switch, real pissed, thinking of some ill shit
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| The stone the builder refused, he need to build with
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| Got immunized for both flus, I’m still sick
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| Via satellite, radio, the realness
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| And the radio daze kept us in the dark
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| And the satellite age brings us to the light
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| Some feeling the pitch, some feeling the bite
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| They ain’t ready to talk, they’re ready to fight
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| And the radio daze
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| And the radio daze
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| And the radio daze |