| Every step feel like a bad day in heaven
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| Control my mind, my heart, and my perception
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| Every step feel like a bad day in heaven
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| Control my mind
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| Lace my mind with euphoria vibe
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| Still ain’t after no confirmation, so don’t give me none
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| The internet, I scroll through paper, I should get me some
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| Just called collect for nothin' major, just a typi' thing
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| 'Cause when you black you tend to black on all the small things
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| And when your ribcage touch your back
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| You’re black and so the rent is paid for
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| I take a temporary trip, she ain’t always my fix
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| But the plug ain’t pick up and it’s always like this
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| Every step feel like a bad day in heaven
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| Control my mind, my heart, and my perception
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| Every step feel like a bad day in heaven
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| Control my mind
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| Tryna stay calm and collected
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| Collect what’s left of these desolate memories
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| More time spent on inner me and no time spend on enemies
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| And we’re tryna rewind time
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| Every right a liquor store
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| Strollin' through your town, only my defeat is yours
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| And you’re scared, 'cause it’s vultures all around
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| When you look up from the ground
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| You see ain’t nobody there, coming down
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| Stay out the way, I think you got it understood
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| Walking through your neighborhood
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| And they wish somebody would, and it’s you
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| You get it out the mud but see everybody is
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| Prepared for the worst
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| Chasin' revelance and ready to risk everything
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| I think both of us shed our insecure shit
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| We both had the drive, I wanted the Forbes list, uh
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| We both got the job, workin' for bullshit, huh
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| Used to be like nah, I’m workin' my own shift, uh
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| Now you need that ride, to work, let me get that five
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| Out the car, bro get high
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| We split it like we do everything, talk about everything
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| How we get it out the mud, but see everybody is
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| Everybody is, everybody is, everybody is, everybody is, everybody is (comin'
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| down)
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| Get it out the mud, but see everybody is
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| Try not to break a jaw, try not to hit the concrete floor
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| Duck and provide protection like a weapon
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| Stackin' bread, prepared when ain’t nobody checkin'
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| I peeped the review since they onto me though
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| I bust a white and puff the frontal leaf ho
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| Weight of the world on my shoulders, boulders and everything
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| Only gets worse when you grow up, noticing every change
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| Numbing through the pain
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| Annihilate the stress with sex, long as she givin' brain
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| I ain’t gotta know this bitch
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| Excuse me lady, don’t mean to come off rude
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| Just been bruised by a lady
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| And I kinda like that you only wanna fuck
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| See my last one, drove me lil crazy
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| I’m all patched up, on the low I still hate her
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| But all that there’s for the young
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| Like you’re way older now, and you feel like-
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| Coming down
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| Every right a liquor store
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| Strollin' through your town, only my defeat is yours
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| And you’re scared, 'cause it’s vultures all around
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| When you look up from the ground
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| You see ain’t nobody there, coming down
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| Stay out the way, I think you got it understood
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| Walking through your neighborhood
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| And they wish somebody would, and it’s you
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| You get it out the mud but see everybody is
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| Ran out of options, they want me to slip up, I refuse
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| Everyone’s a critic now, critic now
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| Everybody is, everybody is, everybody is, everybody is
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| Everybody is |