| No news is good news
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| Fuck you, plus two
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| You must can, dust pan, snare-gasm, bare
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| Stare at em, in rare fasion
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| Im just tryna find a square balance
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| I don’t scare, plus im there when the snare clappin
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| Catching joke, plus you fucking dont know
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| Its like we writ it in stone cold, Moorish
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| But its tweeked like a dumb choris
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| Don’t want us, we out here
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| On Moon checking bubble butt
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| To sum it up, we dumb enough
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| I mean we done enough coke for a hundred bucks
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| How long he slept for, pet more
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| Connect 4 to a vets jaw, then we ghost
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| And my notes keep burning, but the candle won’t
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| Stand broke, run the shit tally-ho
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| Verse 2 (Trellion):
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| Valley code, rare cameo
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| Imma do it for the raw
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| That crook from the North side court like ships at the port in the storm
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| I really wish you wouldn’t exist
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| I rely on blind luck to be sure
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| Your weak game run its course, nine months before
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| You was pre-conceived wack from the seed infact
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| Either that, or god took a shit on you
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| You got a voice, but i dont want to listen to it
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| Hit the saloon, high noon |
| Angelize you, a few dollars more and i might shoot
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| Slide through, causal like high noon
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| All along, but money ain’t all i want
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| Just mostly is
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| Fly fashion, stay dipped
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| Even got the hill figure life jacket, weightless
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| Hijack your space ship
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| Deep in the crators
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| Verse 3 (Sniff):
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| Speak to the ancients
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| Breathe through the chambers
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| Wasted creation
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| Creep to the basement
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| Lost my mind, deep in the statement
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| Freaks them awaiting
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| Next batch, necks snap, seamless arrangement
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| Step back, jet black Mercedes
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| Aim, squeeze
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| I was wild since the 80's
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| Speed double, we trouble, we hustle
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| Packs by the boat load
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| Its a no no slow as the boats rollin
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| Outro (Trellion)
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| As the boats rollin
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| Swim for your life, as the boats rollin
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| As the boats rollin 2x |