| Shorty told me I’m nobody
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| She ain’t wrong I been a problem child all my life
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| Feel like I don’t even know myself
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| Looking in my eyes, I ain’t nobody
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| There were months for the child that I always was
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| Skipping class and getting high on the school buses
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| But I don’t want to get to know myself
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| Find me in the clouds where I’m always running
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| Waking up to days, I’ve been reminiscing a lot
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| Afraid of making a mistake, I don’t pay attention a lot
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| And I’ve been conversating with God and Satan
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| About which way that I should probably embark upon
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| And lead me to higher places
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| Shorty told that I’m changing
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| Of course I’ve been fucking changing
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| Things haven’t been the same since grade school
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| Smoking papers, lately all I ever do is just sleep
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| Music and waiting for the day I finally break
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| From the hometown I was made in
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| I’ve been broke and selling eight, pop a pill over better days
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| I don’t got a lot, thought I’d have a stack in the bank
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| After I graduated, found me a bad bitch who was dating me
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| Fucked me over, was too used to the cycle
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| Need a break and I hate it
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| My dilemmas speak volumes, no acapella
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| Trying to cop a Maserati and crash inside a motel
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| Shorty hella spiritual, said my focus out of alignment
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| I flip a coin in the street for the moment I’m indecisive
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| I live riddled with vices, yeah, angels, I couldn’t find them
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| Shit never been the same since I seen you kiss him goodbye
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| She telling me all the time that this isn’t even about me
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| Shit, now it seem fucking simple, I can’t figure it out
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| In my mind, I’m still the kid with anxiety bound to spill
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| And society bullied down, got the cards that I’ve been dealt
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| And I ain’t felt this sense of remorse in forever before
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| If I second-guess your intentions, time to exit
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| I don’t want you fucks around me
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| Shorty told me I’m nobody
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| She ain’t wrong I been a problem child all my life
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| Feel like I don’t even know myself
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| Looking in my eyes, I ain’t nobody
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| There were months for the child that I always was
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| Skipping class and getting high on the school buses
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| But I don’t want to get to know myself
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| Find me in the clouds where I’m always running
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| Oh, shorty told me I’m a nobody
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| She ain’t wrong I been a problem child all my life
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| Feel like I don’t even know myself
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| Looking in my eyes, I ain’t nobody
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| There were months for the child that I always was
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| Skipping class and getting high on the school buses
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| Ay, I don’t want to get to know myself
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| Find me in the clouds where I’m always running
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| Feel like I’ve had this shit I’ve said that so many times
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| At the counters, it’s now probably high, amounts
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| In pill bottles and couches
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| Missing calls, I promise, I’ll pick it up in a hour
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| I’m wondering why I’m lying about it
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| My mind is spiraling out of control
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| My subconscious been tell me «quit whining about it»
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| But fuck, if holding emotions wasn’t tiring out my body entirely
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| I probably would be quiet about it
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| I’m missing out on a lot but I watch the world as it revolved
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| When I was younger, thinking on it I never had any doubts
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| That one day I’d be young, but it ain’t that easy
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| Many months have since come and gone
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| And shit, friends moving on
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| At least the ones that I got
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| There ain’t that many, but it counts
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| And my mind’s state is simple, I wanna hate and forget you
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| Could make me influence the crime rate if you get too close
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| She found the burner and the window broke
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| I’m hella sinful, protective to my kinfolk if you hope to provoke me
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| Elevate you, if it’s love then she hate you
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| Or when you hate her, she love you, we cannot stand one another
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| I find the Xanax and crush it up, hopes of vanishing from it
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| She might be manic-depressive but she face a handful of uppers
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| So what the fuck am I fucking up? |
| Give a fuck, it’s whatever
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| Your mama hate how I talk and I ain’t changing up, should know better
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| And plus, you found my replacements for days that I couldn’t gauge you
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| But darling, I ain’t amazed, I promise I knew this day was coming sooner than
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| later
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| You know I never like to live lies but I had to say my goodbyes
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| Especially this time 'cause I might never be right there by your side
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| And I don’t wanna cry, been there, done that a couple thousand times
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| Set aside on my mind, I ain’t treat her right
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| So what it feel like when you fucking need me?
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| Shorty told me I’m a nobody
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| She ain’t wrong I been a problem child all my life
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| Feel like I don’t even know myself
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| Looking in my eyes, I ain’t nobody
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| There were months for the child that I always was
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| Skipping class and getting high on the school buses
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| But I don’t want to get to know myself
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| Find me in the clouds where I’m always running
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| Oh, shorty told me I’m a nobody
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| But she ain’t wrong I been a problem child all my life
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| Feel like I don’t even know myself
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| Looking in my eyes, I ain’t nobody
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| There were months for the child that I always was
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| Skipping class and getting high on the school buses
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| Ay, I don’t want to get to know myself
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| Find me in the clouds where I’m always running |