| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| Look
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| I grew up a lil booty scratcher named Dubem
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| Son of Ifeyanyi who’d remind me to be prudent
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| In my studies cause' life get ugly when you ain’t smart
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| And though I was chubby and pudgy I had hella heart
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| Yeah
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| But my soul was parched
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| When your skin almond
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| Its common to have fiery darts
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| Heave
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| Towards your head
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| Weave
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| Towards the bed where you can try to go to sleep and dream
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| The address of the run-down section of the city that you stay in
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| Where tenants be flagrant can hopefully get some hydration
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| Adjacent, to the water that can drown a snake in
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| The grass, or make a couple rappers that are trash
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| Recyclable, but I suppose you’ll never wake up
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| Cause' that level of alkalinity ain’t given to us
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| You must, be woke and seek it
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| Get yo' ego, depleted
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| And if Lucy debo, or veto, you repeat it
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| Till' you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| Yeah Yeah Yeah
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for
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| I hope you find what you’re looking for |