| Condensation cover what I sip
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| Hydration when this shit under 5 percent
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| Migration the next step after some time spent
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| The vibe went, no contemplation I left
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| On my way to find sense in this world
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| Shift with whatever conversation I’m blessed with
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| A convict, a communist, a pompous prick who’s hating on me
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| Shit whatever I get, whoever I met
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| Forever turn the corner with my eyes and my mind open
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| That’s one thing I find I get from my smoking
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| But I forget most of the rest 'cause of it
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| Because of it composed and in check, look
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| I don’t need froze on my neck, I got gold on my neck
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| From grandma, for grandma I pour out Moët
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| Looking down, hope she can’t smell that dope on my breath
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| And see all the stupid shit I did to cope with the stress
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| Stupid man, not close to his death, far from it
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| So what the fuck I’m supposed to regret
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| Then keep moving, keep caring, I keep doing
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| Everything I’m learning, what I inherit
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| I can’t stop it but can’t bare it
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| You can’t knock him if you wasn’t there
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| It’s the opera, nah, he’s just a fuckin' parrot
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| Screeching, blaring, preaching or just staring
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| Double-sided, triple tried it, we rippled by it
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| Skipping rocks off the psilocybin
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| I’m in, ooh, different timing with this rhyming
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| Shit just sit in silence, shh, listen, quiet
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| You shitting me, my vision is alive with lions
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| Even though the skizzy is his sign
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| And if you tryna read my astrologicals you’ll find that
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| I’ve arrived at a whole different type of prime
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| Whole lot of wax off wax on to reach this platform
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| And I’m not talking my career, it’s in my mind, it’s in my heart
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| Shit it’s been here from the start
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| It’s just something that I had to find
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| I just had to play my part, man I had to grind
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| Alright, cool |