| Sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Used to dream of bein' famous in a Limo
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| Sittin' where respected, passin' Cigarillos
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Snooze away, you bein' awake don’t affect me none, listen, son
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| I’m always out here mastermindin', you the only one you sleepin' on
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| For fuck’s sake, I can’t even take a break
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| Without someone from back in the day cryin' about bills that they gotta pay
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| Yeah, dog, I was broke, yeah, dog, there was nights
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| Stomach was growlin', depressed head and thinkin' about my life
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| I painted houses and now my house is gettin' painted
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| It was a floor with a pallet, now a palace with rare cars in the driveway
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| And, no, I ain’t sorry, but I used to be
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| Until I realized all the sacrifice I made to try to go down in history
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| No privacy, no friends, no truth, all lies
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| CashApp this, Venmo that, can I cop one of your rides? |
| No
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| Sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Used to dream of bein' famous in a Limo
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| Sittin' where respected, passin' Cigarillos
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Midnight in the city with the heroes
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| I like the guy that I see in the mirror
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| My hometown to me’s dear, all the small talk I hear
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| Half the town thinks I’m weird, yep, for at least the past 5 years
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| Your brain don’t deal with stress like mine, you do not know what it’s like
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| For people to record you, with the light on a date in the booth beside ya
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| I deal with the same shit that made Kurt Cobain
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| Itch his motherfuckin' brain with a long 12 gauge
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| So, when you whisper, «He's crazy and I think he is kinda strange»
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| I’m thinkin', «No shit, dummy, I get crowded while pumpin' gas»
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| I get asked a million questions when I’m out chillin' with my woman
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| And people hand her their phone like she’s a fuckin' photographer
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| And if you didn’t get the selfie at least you gettin' the picture
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| I got the sauce in the country but I ain’t you bitchs' elixir
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| Sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Used to dream of bein' famous in a Limo
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| Sittin' where respected, passin' Cigarillos
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow
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| Midnight in the city with the heroes
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| I like the guy that I see in the mirror
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| So, sleep tight when you’re clenchin' on my pillow |