| I don’t wanna listen to the radio
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| They said pick your poison, I’m the antidote
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| I’m just fuckin' chillin' in the spot with a spliff in my ear
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| And I’m runnin' from the cops, yeah
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| I don’t like the way you’re looking at me, bro
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| You hate and then you love, but what’s the ratio
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| Tell me, are you ready or you not
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| Life’s a movie, and it sucks, but I can’t stop watching
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| I need you to tell me when I’m being naive
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| 'Cause I know I can be
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| I just wanna listen to the rain fall
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| While I sit up in my room, I get a phone call
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| It’s my niggas saying can you pick us up
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| We got shot by rubber bullets at a protest in the Bronx, yeah
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| And I never notice when the night goes sour
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| Tastes bitter sweet when you drive up
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| You open up to me like a flower
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| I just want to see you bloom, and I
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| I need you to tell me when I am being naive
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| 'Cause I know I can be
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| I need you to tell me when I am being naive
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| 'Cause I know I can be
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| Tell me
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| I need you to tell me when I am being naive
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| 'Cause I know I can be
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| (Tell me)
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| I need you to tell me when I am being naive
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| 'Cause I know I can be |