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[Verse 1] |
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Comin' on down feelin' higher than the Shuttle |
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Face full of stubble and a smurk so suttle |
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That everybody around me swears I'm a con man |
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Tryna get by like a sing a long song man |
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God damn, see my scheme ain't workin |
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So the shades on my eyes cover pain like a curtain |
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The ultimate joke but they never really certain |
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Because I never took nothin seriously |
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Sick of blue so I pick and choose in what I reveal |
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Lickin wounds in the dark then I tell em its real |
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Concealed, like a gun beneath the passenger seat |
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And its layer after layer buried under the beat |
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Oh so heavy that its messing up my cycle of sleep |
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And its hard to go forward when your hitting repeat |
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Now my whole night is thrown off (Why?) |
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And my booty coast off, shit so I'm feelin blown off |
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[Hook x2] |
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I know need something to believe in |
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Tired of cried of crying at night |
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Tired of bleeding |
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Tired of hating myself for no reason |
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Shit, I guess I'll carry the weight |
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[Verse 2] |
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I thought I told you Speaky on the other shit |
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Higher than your upper lip, yellin "**** the Government" |
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Parliament, Funkadelic, Relic, Mothership |
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Got your bitch choosin' of the baddest loudest colored pimp |
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In the room, and I am in the mood |
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To **** her like an animal then howl at the moon |
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Baby, don't you know you bring me closer to God |
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But this passport I got will get me closer to Prog |
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Traveling bad all over her anatomy damn |
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I love her to death, like that Addams family man |
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Raggedy Ann stiches for doll face bitches |
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They rippin' at they seams |
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I'm ****ing in their jeans |
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Life is but a dream but I offer her a nightmare |
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A trip inside my head, you don't wanna spend the night there |
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Right there, right stroke love by them white folks |
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Who label me a phenom, **** em and their high hopes |
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[Hook x2] |
