| Feels like a problem there is nothing stopping from stepping right into your
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| territory
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| Three ones the brothers, there is nothing other existing could damage me
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| mentally
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| How come when I speak they listen, when you speak their vision appears to go
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| blurrily, (so when)
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| A century pass I will venture the dark, and come out cause, that’s what I was
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| s’posed to be
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| Bitch I’m gone, whatever the reason, for why I can’t ease up, not giving a fuck
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| 47 Ronan, up in her throat man, sounding like a Yamaha in the back of the car
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| She get off on my ego, two forty Kawasaki to deep throat, I get the Nagasaki
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| for free though
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| Sit on the booster, Blowin up your puter, never tutor, the troubleshooter,
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| the paper loose, so whatever suit’chah
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| Obsessive-compulsive
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| Many people they find me repulsive
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| Running mouth your jaw click get convulsive
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| Slow your breath now I want you to hold it
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| Any body got a problem then solve it
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| See the white of my eyes, red like a Collin
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| Swollen, But look on the plus side, open her ass wide
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| Tamahagane Iron for when I’m trying the cusp eye
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| I’m eye’n the finest lyres, no sleep for the highest flyer
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| No cap on the highest buyer, put us on a pin
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| I’m up in a black ford, tinted dust on a dash board
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| Blowing up with the jack chord, and the day has begin
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| If you fuckers ain’t heard of us, TO be the murderers
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| I Heard you ain’t worthy, we put your ass in the bin
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| When Bukakke don’t know bout it, because I been herb clouded
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| Hurt anyone who has doubted, I’m gone with the wind
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| I don’t know, where to go
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| Who am I, I don’t know
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| Where my friends, when i’m gone
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| Im a joke, Don’t know why
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| When I’m High, When I’m High
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| I don’t know, Who am I
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| When I’m High, When I’m High
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| Where my friends, I don’t know |