| Yeah
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| Uh, yeah
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| Uh, yeah
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| Uh, yeah (Yeah)
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| Please, be safe
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| Got an ID on the ind—
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| Uh, yeah
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| Uh, uh
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Concrete streets I stroll
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| My trainers drag', head hangin' low
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| Clothes hang off limbs, buddy, where I’ve been
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| Fire burnin', thick smoke is wadin' in
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| Can’t even breathe, places that I’m in
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| Expensive lies,
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| Every ego flares and trips (Trips)
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| That’s when you can’t disappear and dip
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| Hidin' under hills, can’t remember the last tim (Yeah)
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| Probably on a mad one on the pills
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| Now I’m standin' still, I see bodis dance
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| Body charged, tryna be the man still
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| I’m drivin' 'round and gettin' fucked up
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| Tryna be the man still, man still
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| I’m tryna be the man still (Still)
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| Yeah, I got my gun in the car
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| Tryna be the man still, hey
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| I’ll keep that in mind
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| I see you sometimes, I wish we could wait
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| And I don’t know where I’m goin' to
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| I see you sometimes, I wish we could wait
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| And I don’t know where I’m goin' to
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| I wouldn’t have it any other way
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| He brings us for the vibe
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| I don the blue tones
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| On myself, on my shirt, and my shoes on
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| Might find somethin' I can prove wrong
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| American spirit and Moon rocks
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| Naked bodies on futons
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| Send a fire in the air
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| I’m strollin' through blissful, so unaware
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| Fireworks paintin' the air, so crazy
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| Just been through another year
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| Same hoodie hidin' my face (My face)
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| Burnt shade, no better taste (Taste)
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| Same bitter look on your face (Your face)
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| Don’t change (Wait)
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| I see you sometimes, I wish we could wait
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| It’s just sad man
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| I see you sometimes, I wish we could wait
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| I see you sometimes, I wish we could wait
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| And I wake up, and you know what? |
| I’m the President of the world
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| Just—, yeah |