| Peekin' thru the screen door
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| Tryna figure out
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| How I’ma call outta work today
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| Maybe I can think of something
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| That they’ll possibly believe
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| Pick up the phone and dial that number
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| I can’t make it If you had wondered
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| Hang up that bitch
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| And see what’s good with the boys
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| Got the rest of the day
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| To try and avoid
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| Being seen in public
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| That ain’t no choice
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| I know you wanna hear me sing
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| But I think I lost my voice
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| Racking my mind
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| With every outcome
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| That I can seem to indulge
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| I’m taking our time
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| Perfecting this album
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| Till it’s perfect we ain’t gonna budge
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| Yeah the full moon got me thinking
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| This whole thing won’t be so clean
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| And I don’t think I’ma make a
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| Smooth exit from this scene
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| I know you look at me a little differently
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| From the average Joe
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| But you motherfuckers better know
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| Yeah, I don’t take too kindly
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| To strangers tryna try me
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| Yeah bitch you better try me
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| I found home in the ocean
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| And these drugs always potent
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| Steady keepin' me floatin'
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| Been countin' my days
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| While I’m fightin' the waves
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| I’m divin' head first
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| Bitch, move out of my way
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| Yeah, me and the homies
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| Jus tryna get paid
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| By pouring our hearts out
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| We keep movin' on
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| Yeah nobody can stop us
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| Failure was never an option
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| I’ll finish this song
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| Then I’ll hop in my grave
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| Hoping that it will comfort the pain
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| See you swervin', bitch
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| Better stay in your lane
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| Yeah you heard that the boys
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| At the top of their game
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| It’s a long way down
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| I hope you go land on your feet
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| And shift back into gear
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| Then maybe you’ll be in the clear
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| If you’d ask right now
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| I’d probably tell you the same thing
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| I’m doin' fuckin' amazing
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| I wonder if you feel the same thing
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| Fuck what you thought
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| You can take it or leave it
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| I’ll do what I want
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| And ill keep it a secret
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| Ash on my shirt
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| Yeah it burn, it ain’t hurt
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| Bitch I’ll finally relax
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| When I’m under the dirt
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| So that evens out the odds
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| Where does that leave us?
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| I don’t care this time
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| Yeah, it takes me hours to think
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| Maybe I will sink and see you in my next life
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| Leftout |