| Slam, even harder, straight outta scratch
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| I’m ironically enlightened, I’m living in a pun
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| So sorry girl, my job directly differs
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| From the masterplan my creator used to have
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| Dodging fucking bullets, we lick out in slo-mo
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| Carrying our A-b while y’all smoke bombs
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| It’s all godammed fate! |
| Stubborn as a mule
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| I abuse whenever you make a new excuse
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| I’m tired, not the «turn the other cheek type»
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| Two-faced guy, the dark one is raping mics
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| The other one is almost gone, shattered on thousand thorns
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| Sometimes highly inspired, sometimes drown in scorn
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| Turn around, it’s all back on me
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| A blurry reflection things used to be
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| Stuck in a loop, we’re too numb to feel
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| Nevermind, no change, it’s all back on me
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| Mysterious, when there’s nothing wrong
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| Y’all vanish away and you leave us on our own ad it’s
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| Hideous, but I forgive y’all
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| Two men are my guns and they fire for WON.
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| When trouble appears, it’s all back on me
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| Back on track, back on need, De la Guetto deal
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| Hold the tempo, cause it’s simple
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| We’ll cover the backs, but just of our people
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| My family, my temple, my mind and my wrinkles.
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| Everything I need since I run out of pimples,
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| You know? |
| The faun shall be home
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| But the door may be closed next time you knock
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| Turn around, it’s all back on me
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| A blurry reflection things used to be
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| Stuck in a loop, we’re too numb to feel
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| Nevermind, no change, it’s all back on me
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| Turn around, it’s all back on me
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| A blurry reflection things used to be
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| Stuck in a loop, we’re too numb to feel
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| Nevermind, no change, it’s all back on me |