| I see…
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| Fallen poets, powder, class on the street, slow motion, later hours in front of
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| me, searching honesty from these blocks where modesty is only state of mind,
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| drunk policy.
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| Can’t fit in with the masses, seek low fi tunes under ashes, I’m gasping,
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| night flashes, headshots at the dawn let the bottle hold my passion.
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| Floating over the moment capture my zone, holding the motion before the late
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| hours gone, mind is open.
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| Till cold blows my sunday night, I see the sun’s trying to reach the light,
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| keep 'em thoughts floating, provoked spoking, where heart gone, open, gone,
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| out of my sight.
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| Avalon, avalon, avalon, where mind open, gone, avalon.
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| Keep low key, aim high, proceed.
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| Seen no sleep, long night up ahead encroaches.
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| I’m hidden OC, to C4 explosive like none seen that rosie keep OG shit ferocious.
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| Swallow my temper, let none of the emotions effect on my mindflow,
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| holding opponents and throwing 'em back to front depend how I flow.
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| Shit far beyond soul, vision bright neon glow, night leading in to cabo I |
| follow and choose to grind slow.
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| Till another bottle is open, I’m soaking this potion is holding me up,
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| I feel I’m floating, through later hours I’m coping, need faded emotion for
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| holding my top, see I’m floating.
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| Avalon, avalon, avalon, where mind is open, gone, avalon.
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| Keep low key, aim high, proceed.
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| Seen no sleep, C4 explosive, keep low key, aim high, proceed.
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| Hidden OC keep OG shit ferocious. |