| Adrenaline
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| Open up the vein get a bit insane better train
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| Jane to be shelling me in sentimental cellophane
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| Wrek is aimed higher than the heavens on a weather vane
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| Better stay ready man if you sleeping get a lane
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| (Wake up) Time to get a better brain
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| Fly over rooftops i don’t need to shed a thang
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| Lighter than a feather when I fly cause I’m clever
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| But I still drop bombs like a military aero plane
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| This’ll be epitome of energy get up
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| And get it physically or bleed for the remedy
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| I think it’s gonna be a murder of the gimmicky
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| Silliest motherfuckers who been acting like they getting g’s
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| Let the conquest go critics and cynics in it to bomb Wrek’s flow
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| Millions of minutes we get them all left low
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| I been on that show with a Comcast soul
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| I’ll connect you get your extra decks to lecture necks snapping the best of
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| People in Miami out over into the rest of the world wide sector
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| I never felt this free before in all my freaking life
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| These inhibitions clearly need to cease to be denied
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| Cause you and I will ride until the sun is in our sights
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| I don’t know how else to describe it but it’s nice
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| When it’s all up in my bloodstream (Bloodstream)
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| Deep inside my bloodstream (Bloodstream)
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| I can feel it in my bloodstream (Bloodstream)
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| It’s been released into the bloodstream
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| Let’s hope this kind of feeling never dies
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| (You can feel it in your veins, adrenaline)
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| Shake shack vibe with a payback line
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| Tell 'em to leave him be in the cave that’s fine
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| Reclusive dude with loosey tunes a nuisance
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| All up in the business with an 8 track grind
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| I sat up with a boombox and threw thoughts
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| In Hollywood Miamis little version of the boondocks
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| We beat up on the trash cans and who thought
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| I’d take it the level we all know only a few rock
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| Better than the beef ends
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| Tell 'em to get packing with the backing of the defense
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| I wanna just see a sequence decent
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| These motherfuckers coming up to challenge us in sequins
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| I came to change the lame brains
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| Refrain the same game and stake the name claim
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| Let’s see if they can get it with no credit overzealous
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| And they bet it all down on the fake estate fame
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| So many niggas wanna come at the Crooked and let a couple of shots
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| Spin me around like I’m a featherweight, not knowing that I’m heavyweight
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| Smith & Wesson weapon will make you elevate and levitate
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| When I regulate, I hit the streets like I never ate
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| I click heat and I never wait, I wouldn’t hesitate
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| To strap a time bomb to myself and hug you until it detonate
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| You’re 6 feet, I’m 11'8'‘
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| And if I told you once, I told you twice
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| I hold the guns, I’m so precise, so run, nigga, run
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| When the soldier come, I’m cold as ice
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| So hold your tongue or roll the dice, you’re done when I come
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| I’m a poltergeist, I’m givin' ‘em rhythm quick as a cobra strikes
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| Kill 'em and kill 'em again
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| The shots stole your life, you should’ve known the price
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| Killer that holds the knife to your throat and slice
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| And when I’m creepin' by, I’m dippin' the ‘Lac
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| Homie the reason I’m, rippin' the gat is to go «BRRAT, BRRAT»
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| Then your people die, nigga, blink your eye
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| I’ll put you on your back quicker than that, uh |