One, two, three, these are stories, dreams, these are stories, dreams
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Ooh, ooh, tell me what you're doing, tell me what you did
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Boo, boo, we're not kids anymore, we're parents, the fuck up time is over, boo
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Watch them go, the young man has already provided the family with a crib, now
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Now I shine like a lantern, my verses shine like lamps, ooh
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Dark street and I'm still behind the wheel, I can feel the hood from the open windows
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Snakes still want to tell me something - mute, my net worth is growing like Groot
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Thanks to my rap, my parents have a house, earned love for the family, my mood
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Yeah, don't touch my loot
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Earned love for my mood family
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Your effort to imitate me cute
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Even if I drip calmly today, I will still be in the virtual worlds
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Stories and dreams
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And the ocean in front of us is like Frank
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These are not waves, but my fans
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Don't be afraid of them, these stories are not here
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Don't be afraid of them or climb out
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Every morning I expect someone with a camera to come out and fuck me that it was just a prank
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I'd rather fall through glass than do something I'm not
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Where were you when I wrote it like crazy?
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Anyway, at the end of the day, you're finally alone
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I haven't figured out how long G’s has in my back
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There's no gauze for these wounds I have
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School is over, now work is beginning
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I'm working out now how much g’s is on my scale
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Follow my stories and dreams
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Stories and dreams |