| Holy ghost
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| See my sister in my woes
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| I’m in my head, I’m a thinker
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| Jot the things I never say
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| I’m a lead and the Inca
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| Tryna keep my head out the mix up
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| Niggas whispering my name
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| Tell the pussyhole: «Fix up»
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| Tryna fly out and turn in the winter
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| Smoked salmon and vino
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| Watch my reflection grow old in the river like Simba
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| I had cloud backup because my notes are coming like scripture
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| Tryna paint the perfect picture, the picture was never perfect
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| Switched up the mixture, still yak in my elixir
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| Pack inside my Rizla, man, I ain’t rapping like Twister
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| I spit that, inner city the wind and the way it whisper
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| Holy ghost see my sister in my woes
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| Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Ever since we popped up
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| Played it slow, that’s the process
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| Laid low like the Loch Ness
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| Management, yeah, they dropped us
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| But we planned for this, we prophets
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| From the Wolly to the Rotten
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| Couldn’t pull me to the bottom
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| Not, no weight on them
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| We just two skinny blokes
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| With some problems
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| Absolve them and hate on them
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| We ain’t got time to solve and we play to win
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| Ain’t no fucking way to get around a way of sin, look
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| I ain’t playing when I say this shit I say within
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| Change day to day like when then city grey I change to Timbs
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| Rain jacket, drank havoc, ain’t a habit
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| Yak in it, smacked in it, past frigid
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| Single digits, stay smacked only way to stay warm in the winter
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| Pour the elixir
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| Holy ghost
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| Holy ghost see my sister in my woes
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| Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Holy ghost see my sister in my woes
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| Inner city scheming see me weaving through the smoke
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Looking for action
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| Money to capture
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| Holy ghost |