| I go to church, not for the word, just to leave with a guaranteed freak
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| Slide to the city, then swerve to the burbs, head to the boonies,
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| the trenches for drinks
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| Not a but shoutout to when I’m outta state he gon hold down the heat
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| In Baltimore we was nineteen, some pints and some P’s
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| I close my eyes for a lil more space
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| Could believe in a God, still can’t be safe
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| You roll your eyes when I talk this way
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| Me and my friends went separate ways
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| Might add a lil red in the Fanta for the flavor
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| America told me how to behave
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| Shit you want it, it’s yours to take
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| Put it all on line, know what’s at stake
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| Fuck all that talk, ain’t no debates
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| Ran into my old ting while I’m on a date
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| Say what you want, know I got good taste
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| Good Cheese Cake then back to the basics
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| After I shit get replaced
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| My momma calling me, she know my ways
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| Might pick up, but there’s nothing to say
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| Mind on a million different lil thangs
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| Like what to intrude or persuade
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| I go to church, not for the word, just to leave with a guaranteed freak
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| Slide to the city, then swerve to the burbs, head to the boonies,
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| the trenches for drinks
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| Not a but shoutout to when I’m outta state he gon hold down the heat
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| In Baltimore we was nineteen, some pints and some P’s
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| Fuck all that he say she say shit
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| Fuck all that he say she say shit
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| Fuck all that he say she say shit
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| I close my eyes for a lil more space
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| Could believe in a God, still can’t be safe
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| You roll your eyes when I talk this way
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| Me and my friends went separate ways
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| Might add a lil red in the Fanta for the flavor
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| America told me how to behave
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| Shit you want it, it’s yours to take
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| Put it all on line, know what’s at stake
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| Fuck all that talk, ain’t no debates
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| I ain’t to sure about having blind faiths
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| What do you think they want us to see
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| I’d take your word if you rose from the grave
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| To be honest it’s lookin like pyamind schemes
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| I know it’s good and it’s evil in me
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| You defined by your actions and hardly your speech
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| I don’t know shit and I can’t be naive
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| Tryna be balanced, in tune and in sync
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| I don’t know shit and I can’t be naive
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| Tryna be balanced, in tune and in sync
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| Balanced, in tune and in sync
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| Tryna be balanced, in tune and in sync
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| Tryna be balanced, in tune and in sync
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| Tryna be balanced, in tune and in sync |